#i think i need some more practice to get a full heart though

[shotmrmiller]

size difference where the one afraid to fuck you is simon. he thinks you soft. which is what you are. soft. fragile. small.

you're not like him. nothing like the guys. battle-scarred. muscles carved by relentless missions, scars that speak of duty.

your skin divots under his fingers, yielding to his weathered touch and if he squeezes hard enough, you'll have marks by morning. (he needs to be careful, he can't hurt you, won't—)

and so simon watches you touch yourself in the beginning, clever fingers swirling over your slippery clit with practiced movements even though his cock is straining against his trousers painfully. he can hear you mewl his name through bitten lips and it takes all of his self control to not tug his jeans off, slot himself between your spread, inviting thighs and push— stretch open your fluttering walls, so hot and slick, until he meets resistance, until he can push no more but—

he can't. you'd hurt. and he'd hurt because he hurt you. he won't.

after, when your eyes are heavy lidded, mouth slightly parted in exertion, you remind him that you aren't made of glass. that you won't break. you'll shatter— in the way you do when his tongue replaces your fingers— but not break.

"not a virgin either, for christ's sake," you groan.

maybe he's thinking too hard about it. he knows your teeth have edges, knows your bite is swift when deserved. but all he's truly good at is making things give. biology made it so with his bulky frame and raw mass.

his eyes trace the contour of your collarbone. delicate. then it darts to the pulse on your wrist. vital. his hands, the size of dinner plates don't coax. they demand. he'd snap you like a twig, leaving nothing but splintered remains in his wake.

you don't seem to mind, however. it slightly alarms him. where's your self-preservation? do you enjoy pain? is this some masochistic thing?

he looks at you, all glassy eyed and dewy skinned (ethereal; you're practically glowing under the soft light of the full moon that paints the room silver) and he thinks of how it's going to take work to make it work. his cock is large (he's seen the guys' eyes pop out of their heads in the showers once they caught a glimpse of what's between his legs) but you're persistent in the end. one too many nights of having him without having him.

he understands. simon knows better than most what it's like to yearn. to want and not have. he'd cause you pain by not giving in, and cause pain by giving in. damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.

so he caves. promises to go slow. careful.

"i can take it," you bravely say but he's barely pressing himself to your entrance and you're already making noises that tug at his pathetic little heart. the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip-- you look so pretty, how'd a twisted creature like him get someone like you to come home to-- as his cock fills you has him feeling lightheaded. it takes every ounce of self control to not sink into your heat, to hook your legs around his thick waist and let gravity do the rest.

an unsteady hand weaves its way down to your stuffed cunt, fingers splitting into a vee, feeling how he splits your puffy lips, and the view makes him buck his hips involuntarily.

his hands tighten around your calves when you keen, a high pitched noise that swells the lust he feels burning white hot at the base of his spine, tips of his fingers, deep within his loins. he feels ready to burst.

and he's only halfway in.

your voice cuts through the ringing in his ears. "m-more, simon, c'mon," the n is low and drawn out.

his fingers bite into your flesh as he pushes slow, oh so slowly, until your vise-like cunt envelops him completely. the sibilant hiss you let out makes his hair stand on end. (shame pricks at his nerves like a thousand tiny needles when his cock twitches at the sound of your slightly pained moans)

simon doesn't move, feeling your swollen walls around his cock ripple, tighten and slacken, like it's got a pulse of its own. he could be here, in you, cock deep in paradise for the rest of time.

"fuck me," you warble out, hand rubbing your swollen clit to well up the pleasure that's being smothered by the searing pang of discomfort.

when simon cants his hips back, he watches his cock come out of you, glistening with slick. his jaw aches from how hard he's clenching it. control. got to keep it slow, gentle. slow, simon, slow, slow--

"harder."

he feels the sudden sharp sting of your nails and jerks forward in surprise, filling you completely in one fast movement.

your moan this time is needy, thick with want, arousal dripping from your voice as it does your pussy, coating him in creamy white, a frothy ring at the root.

simon can see the barest of bumps below your navel, or maybe he's seeing things, your hot cunt putting him in a state of delirium but the way you take all of his cock and continue to beg for more, beg him to fuck you like he means it even though he's twice if not thrice your size well...

you'll just have to forgive him on the finger-shaped bruises they're going to be on your body after.

(you'd looked so cheeky before he flipped you onto your knees, grabbing onto your delicate neck like a lifeline as he pulled your hips to meet his. you'd taken him easier here, cunt sodden with slick but the angle had him reaching a devastating depth no one else could ever dream of reaching and even though it'd sprung tears to the corners of your eyes at the pinch, "mama ain't raise no bitch.")

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Bacta and Bandages Chp.6 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 5.

Blue Shadow Virus

CW: Slow burn, Two fools trying to ignore their crushes, Blue Shadow Virus Arc, Needles, medical talk, science talk, infections, mentions of dead clones, this is a long one, Reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), reader is a doctor, if I miss a tag LMK!

Tag list (Thank you for liking my writing <3) @heavenseed76 @arctrooper69

You were cleaning up the medical bay when your holo beeped rapidly at your desk. As soon as you pressed the button to answer, General Skywalker appeared, looking panicked.

“Doctor! What do you know about the Blue Shadow Virus!?” 

You shook your head in confusion, “I’m sorry…sir?” He was supposed to be on Naboo for a mission. You weren’t entirely sure of the details though…

“Padme, Ahsoka and Rex are trapped in a lab that's full of the virus in the air.” He explained rapidly, “What do you know about it!?”

“I-what!?” You stood so suddenly the chair at your desk fell back, “General, the Blue Shadow Virus killed all of its hosts thousands of years ago through water, how…”

“His name is Nuvo Vindi.”

Your blood ran cold. 

You’ve been taught through your schooling the importance of ethics and morality in medicine. Vindi’s research had come up several times as prime examples of unethical science, and the consequences of breaking such regulations. Even before the war, Nuvo Vindi had been thrown out of the medical community for his downright cruel methods. 

So this is where the bastard had been…

You furrowed your brow, “Anyone infected has 48 hours to live. It causes dysfunction of the respiratory tract…even inhibits the blood itself from carrying oxygen properly. And it has a 99% lethality rate…”

Your heart broke. That was a death sentence unless they had protection. Rex will be dead in 48 hours…Ahsoka too. And Senator Amidala, who you only met briefly once before. 

“Doctor, please think of something, anything!” Anakin pleaded with you. He was frenzied and desperate. Something you hadn’t seen before.

General Kenobi stepped into the view of the holo, “What Anakin is asking, is what do you know about viruses in general, and can that knowledge be used to help?” 

You thought for a moment. You had contacts through the community. Those with more knowledge on viral outbreaks and infections. 

“Give me some time. I know who to contact.” You responded. 

The younger Jedi visibility deflated and nodded, “Please, hurry…”

Once he hung up, it finally hit you. 

He said Padme, not Senator Amidala…

It didn’t matter. You didn’t have a lot of time. Long distance calls weren’t possible on your holo, so you practically shoved Admiral Yularen aside when you got to the command bridge. A couple of bridge officers weren’t happy that you used the venator itself to make some ‘personal’ calls. You didn’t let them distract you as you reached out to your contacts.

A majority of them led to dead-ends. 

“100% lethality.” 

“No cure.”

“The virus is long gone, who cares?”

Until you made one more call. An old mentor in a brief tryst with virology you had in your schooling. She gave you a clue, “All viruses can be slowed by inhibitors, replication can be slowed until a cure can be made. It’ll buy a patient time, you know this. Why are you asking?”

“Theoretically, how would you cure a virus that you’ve never seen before?” You asked, swallowing.

“Break the capsid. You’ll need to know the exact protein that’s used, but…if you find a compound to do it, you can theoretically cure anything.” 

“Thank you, doctor.” You hung up and called General Skywalker again, this time on your personal holo as you rushed back to the medical bay. You needed supplies.

He answered, looking even more panicked and disheveled, “Did you find anything?” 

“How much of the lab is still intact?” you asked him, “I can buy everyone infected some time using viral inhibitors, and if the equipment is still intact I might be able to get some information that can be used for a cure.” 

“Are you suggesting you go down into the lab?” Kenobi interrupted, “Doctor, you said yourself that this virus is lethal.”

It hit you exactly what you were suggesting. It was dangerous. You’d have protection, but it would be temporary. An EVA suit wouldn’t last forever, but you had to try. 

You nodded, sounding resolute, “I am.” 

“Get down here.” was all General Skywalker said before cutting the call. He was panicking, badly. It was obvious to everyone around him. 

As you prepared yourself and a pack with the medicine needed to help the infected, your thoughts returned to Anakin and…Padme.

They were friends. According to both of them. 

But…well, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more between them. 

Like you and Rex-Stop it!

You were probably reading too much into it…Probably.

Instead of landing in the hangar at Theed, the LAAT dropped you off at the landing zone in the middle of a grassy swamp. General Kenobi and General Skywalker met you as you stepped off, the latter looking disheveled. He clearly had been pacing and running his hand through his brown hair. Pure anxiety was rolling off of him in waves.

“Doctor, are you certain you want to do this?” Obi-wan asked as you approached. 

You adjusted your com on your wrist. These damn suits were a pain to move in, but you put the EVA helmet on and nodded, “I am. Where's the hatch to the lab?”

“Are you sure this will work?” Anakin asked, voice cracking from stress. He walked with you, leading you to the entrance of the lab. 

You shifted the pack over your shoulder, “The viral inhibitors I brought should buy more time for those who are infected. In the meantime, I’ll collect the samples and analyze them for information. Once I know exactly what I’m dealing with, I’ll tell you what could be used as a cure.” 

You approached the hatch door. To avoid any danger to those around, you’d have to enter quickly. A little bit of the virus leaking out would easily be handled by the environment and atmosphere, but if the entire lab’s contents were released, it could cause disastrous issues. 

Especially if it contaminated the water. 

Anakin looked at you in worry. You’ve never seen the General so…scared. The situation called for it, of course, but it still surprised you, “What…What will you know what to look for?” 

“I’m a doctor, sir.” You gave him a soft, reassuring smile, “I’m supposed to know viruses and how to treat them.” 

At your words, he seemed to relax slightly. 

Without any more parting words, you opened the hatch and got inside the lab. Immediately your vision was compromised with the aerosolized virus. The blue was dense, denser than a desert storm. Carefully, you climbed down the ladder to the floor, and once steady on your feet, you activated your com. 

“Commander, I’m in the lab.” Your words were quiet, trying to reach Ahsoka, “Where are you?”

“What do you mean you're in the lab!?” It was Rex who asked, now even more worried. His voice was about as panicked as Skywalker’s was.

You furrowed your brow, answering, “Did the General not inform you? I have medicine that will help.” 

“No, Anakin didn’t tell us.” Padme responded this time. You could hear the annoyance in her sigh, “Of course he didn’t…”

“Sky guy…” Ahsoka groaned, “We’re in a safe room on the second floor..” Her words were cut off by a coughing fit, “We’ve cleared the droids already, so it should be safe for you.” 

“On it.” 

Navigating was difficult. The virus clouded everything in front of you, causing you to get turned around multiple times. The fact that you didn’t even know the layout of the lab didn’t help. You made one more turn and paused, through the infectious smoke, you could see the shape of two droids. They turned sharpy when they noticed you.

“Lifeform!” 

“Shoot it!” 

Fuck!

You dove back into the hall you just stepped out of as soon as they started shooting. One of the shots nicked the wall, causing sparks to startle you for a second. Your hand ghosted over your hip and you swore. You didn’t have your pistol, since this damn suit didn’t have a holster.

By whatever space gods existed you hated these fucking suits!

Your com beeped and Padme’s voice came through, “Doctor, we hear shooting. What's going on!?”

“You forgot two droids.” You answered over the noise, “And, admittedly, I don’t have my blaster.”

Less than a minute later, you heard more blaster fire and the telltale sound of droids clattering onto the ground. You peaked out of the corner, seeing the familiar shape of clone trooper armor through the haze. 

“Rex is on his way.” Ahsoka informed you belatedly, “I think…” 

You laughed softly, standing up, “Found him.” Disconnecting the call, you approached him and the other trooper, “I am so glad to see you.” 

“I wish I could say the same. What are you doing here!?” The captain snapped, “This virus is dangerous!”

His anger took you entirely off guard. First Anakin was an anxious mess, and now Rex was enraged. Emotions were clearly high on this mission…

“I know. But I have medicine.” You responded, keeping calm. You’ve been yelled at before. By patients and even other troopers. You could handle it. Even if it hurts for Rex to shout at you.

Rex’s shoulder slumped. He seemed to have caught himself in how he acted and quickly shifted back into his professional attitude, “I..right. Yes. the medicine.” 

The trooper behind him, Nere, you’ve recognized, began coughing and wheezing, leaning against the wall for support. Immediately, your hands reached into your pack and pulled out a small, portable oxygen tank. You got his helmet off and the mask over his mouth and nose within seconds. He gasped, putting his hands over yours to hold the small tank steady.

“Deep breaths.” You encouraged gently, “Keep breathing.”

It’ll only last a few minutes, but anything would help at this point.

Rex motioned for you to follow him down the hall, leading you to Padme, Ahsoka and the others. You got the trooper to lean against you as you followed the captain to the safe room.

Once inside, taking in the numbers, you got to work. Padme was the best out of everyone, so you’d have to treat her last. Rex was active enough to be walking around and even get the troopers in one part of the room, keeping them closer together. Ahsoka, based on the dark veins marking her orange skin, and earlier coughing, needed to be first. 

Jar-Jar….was Jar-Jar. He wasn’t infected at all. In fact, he was the only one other than you in a proper EVA suit.

Rex helped you get Nere to the ground. Once he was sitting against the wall, you stood and nodded to Ahsoka, “You first, Commander.” 

She seemed surprised, but moved to sit on one of the metal boxes that were stacked around the room. Once you were at her side, you opened your pack and began to get the medicine in order. As you focused, she raised her com to her mouth, “Master, why didn’t you tell us you were sending the Doctor down here?” 

After a second, Kenobi responded, “I knew Anakin forgot to do something.” 

The young Padawan rolled her eyes but didn't respond. She moved her face away and broke into a coughing fit. Luckily, you had another hand-held oxygen tank that you got gently over her face. 

As she held it and breathed, you started with the injections. Padme approached to watch you, the Senator looking at the syringes with slight interest, “What is the medicine supposed to do?” 

“The first injection is to boost the immune system,” You answered her as you worked, moving to the second needle, “This one, is to encourage oxygen to bind to blood cells.” Ahsoka nodded, also watching as you poked and prodded her arm. 

You carefully picked up the third and last injector, “And this is called a viral inhibitor, it works by slowing down the virus’ replication. But it won’t stop it indefinitely.” 

Senator Amidala looked grateful to you as you explained, “Thank you, for helping us.” 

“It’s my job to help people, Senator.” You returned her appreciative smile as you got a small patch to cover the needle marks on Ahsoka’s arm. 

“Hey, I already feel better.” the padawan perked up, “It's working.”

You stood and nodded, “Good.” Turning, you moved onto the others. Your work was swift and efficient. Each trooper gave you a ‘thanks doc’ as soon as you finished with them. 

However, you paused, kneeling by two of them. They were both still. The one on the left rested his head on the shoulder of his brother. At first, they looked asleep. But they’re stillness indicated they were dead.

“They didn’t make it.” Rex informed you sadly, “They were at the center of when the virus was released.” 

You had been too late. 

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, moving over to the Captain in order to treat him now. 

“What a waste…” Senator Amidala sighed, looking down sadly. 

“With all due respect, Senator,” The clone Captain spoke with politeness and professionalism, “It’s what they’re born to do.” 

That sentiment didn’t make her feel any better, “I hope their sacrifice brings us closer to peace.” 

“It will,” Ahsoka crossed her legs as she still sat on the metal crate, “We’ll bring peace to the galaxy.” She lowered her oxygen mask to talk before raising it again to breathe. 

“There,” Your eyes met Rex’s, “All done.” 

“Thank you, Doctor.” he smirked softly, warmth and appreciation in his brown eyes.

Padme stepped up to you, “If we survive this, I’d like to buy you a cup of caf.”

You laughed softly, rolling up her sleeve to administer the medicine. 

Ahsoka was silent, watching Captain Rex. The clone hadn’t said a word when he sprinted from the safe room to help you. It actually startled her, seeing the normally level-headed trooper act so irrationally. 

Why would Rex…

The padawan leaned forward, eyes on him as he checked on the rest of the men. 

Why…

Her thoughts were interrupted by you, “Alright Senator, done. This medicine buys you time.” 

“How much time?” One of the troopers asked, finding the strength to stand up. Seems the treatment you brought also managed to bring back everyone's stamina. 

You sighed, “Honestly, with the Blue Shadow Virus, it could be hours to days. I’ve never dealt with this virus before. No one has in over a thousand years.” 

“We’ll have to make the most of the time we have,” Padme sounded determined, “We should permanently seal the lab.” 

“Not yet, we still have a plan.” You sounded confident, yet calm, “The lab's main equipment hadn’t been destroyed right? I need to get to it.” 

“What? Why?” Ahsoka stood, “We should destroy this stuff, make sure no one can do something like this ever again.”

Your eyes met hers steadily. Normally, you’d try to act professional, as she’s technically your superior, but when it comes to matters of health and medicine, well…

You outrank everyone.

Your explanation of the strategy was quick but detailed. You went step-by-step of what you and the Generals had planned. Your words took the tone of that of a competent doctor, as if explaining a procedure to quell a patient's anxiety. This was what you knew, and it was clear in how you broke down everything for those in the room. 

Without any other questions, Rex, Ahsoka and the other troopers led you to the main lab area. As you walked, you were already coming up with the protocol to break down all components of a virus. 

Your mentor suggested breaking the capsid, the protective protein shell. Though, destroying the envelope would also be effective. There was also disruption of ion channels. You had options. No matter how you did it, a dead virus was a dead virus. 

And there was plenty in the air you could use for analysis.

“We’re here.” Padme interrupted your thoughts, causing you to snap back into focus. 

Through the thick, never ending blue smoke, you could make out lab benches, bottles of chemicals and some equipment. You were riding on the assumption that Dr.Vindi would have the supplies and machinery to perform what you needed.

The unethical fucker engineered the virus. If he didn’t have the basic tools for protein analysis, you’d question how he managed to do all of this to begin with. 

With a nod, you took a breath and stepped forward. Your mind snapped into that of a scientist now. You fell back into the years of classes, lab work and research you did in order to become a doctor. The world around you tuned out as you worked.

You moved with practiced movements, stepping over broken droids as you practically danced through the lab. You collected some of the smoke in the air, closing it off in a test tube. As you put the sample in a centrifuge and turned the machine on, you began to collect chemicals that you could use. 

Wordlessly, you got to a table as you collected the supplies. Your steps stopped at a shelf and you tried to kneel to grab another bottle. However, the stiff suit was inhibiting your movements. 

“Doctor?” Padme approached, noticing your stalling. 

You swore under your breath before grabbing your helmet and ripping it off, “This damn suit!” Your throw was hard enough to crack the glass when you hurled the round thing against the wall. The suit slipped off your body, and you kicked it away before properly kneeling and grabbing the bottle of ethanol.

“What-!?”

“Couldn’t move in that damn thing!” You spat, “Always hated them.” Immediately, the foggy air hit your tongue, and you tasted iron. The air was thick, feeling more like dust rather than anything breathable. You had to suck it up though, ignoring how, if this didn’t work, you just sealed your own fate. 

Well, there were worse ways to die than surrounded by friends. 

“W-why!?” Rex practically followed you as you continued around the lab, “Now you’ll get sick like the rest of us!” He got in front of you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“I know. But if I can't move, I can’t work properly.” You pulled away and returned to the table with the chemicals. Your eyes were on your hands as you began to make reagents. After a minute the centrifuge stopped and you turned to grab your sample. Of course, in any other situation, you wouldn’t disregard safety. 

Afterall, you should be wearing proper gloves when working with some of these mixtures, but you didn’t have the time to dig around the lab for them. 

You poured one of the reagents into the tube with the virus and mixed them before putting them back in the centrifuge. 

Spin down the samples. 

Separate the proteins from viral debris.

Remove the liquid that contained the proteins you needed.

You were in your element. 

The entire process took a couple of hours. Once you had the proteins properly separated and prepared, you moved to the analysis machine and put the sample in. It would take some time for the equipment to read the proteins of the virus, but the process was moving along. 

Once the machine was running, you sighed and stepped back. After a breath, a cough forced its way past your lips. Right…the viral smoke. You were infected the moment you ripped off the EVA suit.

“Now we wait.” You looked at Rex who kept his eyes on you. He was standing straight, arms crossed. He seemed to have calmed down from you throwing yourself into the danger of the blue fog. 

“How long?” He asked, stepping over to you. He looked you over and frowned, “You’re starting to look pale.”

Well, you had less time than you thought. You glanced at your palms and flexed them, noticing the darkened veins. 

Damn, the Blue Shadow Virus works fast.

It never occurred to you that the virus could have worked much quicker when it was aerosolized. Judging by the way Ahsoka had begun to cough again, the medicine wasn’t as effective as you hoped as well. 

You turned to look at the analysis machine. It had beeped, and you read the results on the datapad attached to it. 

Bingo. 

Your com was on and to your lips without wasting a second, “General, I have the results. You’ll want to find something that contains anamitadine or risitine. That's the component that will break the virus’ capsid without poisoning us.”

Anakin’s voice came through, sounding relieved, “Thank you doctor!” he hung up, causing you to flinch slightly.

After a second, General Kenobi spoke through his own com, “We will speak with some of the scientists here in Theed. In the meantime, keep everyone as alive as possible.” 

“Will do, Generals.” You hung up the com and turned to Rex, “I suppose now we wait…” 

And wait you were forced to. Among those hours pacing and administering more medicine, you sat down, leaning against the wall. Ahsoka joined you on your left, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Hey Doc…?” The padawan spoke softly, clearly getting hit hard by the virus, “You're a good doctor.” she sounded tired. Fatigued and sleepy.

You looked at her, adjusting her position so she was more comfortable, “Thank you Ahsoka. You’re a good Jedi.” The poor girl was trembling slightly. She was clearly scared, being trapped and unable to do anything to save the people around her….

She was just a kid. A child who was forced to be a soldier. 

Padme sat down to your right, leaning her head against your other shoulder. Both of them were fatigued, remaining silent. 

Being as gentle and slow as you could, you made a call, “General. How’s the search for a cure?” Your sentence trailed as you started to cough. You’d give yourself some of those injections but you were running low. Everyone else needed them more than you. 

“Trying our best,” Obi-wan answered, “How's everyone else?”

You turned to look at both Padme and Ahsoka. Both of them had drifted to sleep. Good. they needed rest. Jar-Jar sat next to Senator Amidala, but kept space between him and her. He closed his eyes, intending to sleep as well, it seemed.

“Tired.” you croaked, “I don’t know how much time is left. I’ve run out of viral inhibitors.” 

“You need to hang on,” Anakin burst on the other end, “Please, you need to keep everyone alive.” 

You jerked, coughing into your palm before addressing the Generals, “I’m trying my best…just…hurry.” Your eyes looked up at Rex. He had regret written all over his face, but wordlessly, he sat down next to Ahsoka. The other troopers joined him. 

You learned from Hardcase that sometimes, after an extremely stressful mission, the clones will move their mattresses together and sleep in a pile. It was unknown to you if the drive for affection was a result of their upbringing or mandalorian DNA. Regardless, it was nice to know the men relied on each other so much. No one was ever truly alone.

“Vi Kelir oyacyir.” You whispered, causing Nere to look up at you. Even through the helmet you could tell he found comfort in your words.

“Vi Kelir.” He mumbled, laying his head on the lap of the other soldier.

At some point you had fallen asleep with the others. You drifted, wrapping an arm around Ahsoka to keep her close. Someone, Rex, interlocked his fingers with yours. Padme snuggled close into your side. 

For a second, you thought it was OK to die like this. 

Until you woke to a needle in your neck and an oxygen mask being shoved over your face. You jerked, ready to fight until you heard the voices of medical droids, “We are here to help you.”

“Get them all to the surface.” 

Medical droids… A rescue. 

The warmth of the pile you and the others had been in waned as everyone was pulled away and put onto hover stretchers. You turned your head, eyes open meeting Rex’s. He was pale, just like you and the others. Despite that, he gave you a tired smile. One you returned.

Generals Skywalker and Kenobi were just in time. 

As every one of you were carried from the underground lab, you tried to take in the state of everyone else. They were your patients. You had to make sure they were alright. However, the medical droid kept you down on the stretcher.

You only stopped trying to get up when you were outside and General Kenobi checked up on you while Skywalker was with Padme.

“Seems almost everyone made it out alive.” Obi-wan grinned as he complimented you, “Your skills are priceless Doctor. I’m not sure what we would have done without you.” He walked beside your stretcher as you were being loaded up into the LAAT to return to the venator, “Keep this up and I may steal you for my battalion. I’m sure the 212th can use your talents.” 

“Not a chance,” Anakin approached, putting a hand on your shoulder, “You saved them, Doctor. Thank you. Everyone will make a full recovery, all because of you.” 

You smiled despite the tiredness that was buried deep in your bones, “Happy to help, General.” you croaked, “I’m just glad the plan worked.” 

“Me too.” The brown-haired Jedi responded, “Padme could have…I mean, Ahsoka, Rex and Senator Amidala would have been lost without you.” His blue eyes weren’t looking at you, but at the senator loaded somewhere else on the LAAT.

Ah. Now it makes sense…

You reached up and put your hand on his, once he looked down, you spoke, “Don’t worry General. I made sure Senator Amidala and the others were safe.” You winked.

I know. And I won’t tell a soul.

He gave you a relieved smile.

[shotaluvr5000]

Dancing Around Love

Genre: college au, slow burn, enemies to lovers, eventual smut

Pairing: dance major Haku Shota! x literature major reader

Warnings: 🔞 mdni, smut/18+, oral sex!m receiving, vaginal sex, protected sex, nipple play, hand jobs, couch sex, drunk sex, gn afab!reader

Word count: 14.1k

Summary: In the intense environment of a college dance program, you, a literature major, and Haku Shota, a talented but arrogant dance major, are forced to partner up for a final project. Knowing next to nothing about dance, you find it next to impossible to work with the dancer. What begins as a clash of egos soon evolves into late-night practice sessions that stretch into deep conversations and unexpected connections. In a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story, where the line between rivalry and romance blurs, every step on the dance floor mirrors the intricate dance of falling in love.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56656711

The shrieks of sneakers against polished wood floors echoed throughout the classroom and into the hallway just outside. You could hear your heart in your ears from ascending the three floors to the dance department alongside the shrill squeaks and heavy breathing exiting the room. Peering through the glass into the classroom, you could see a tall figure dancing with control like you had never seen before. He danced in such a way that commanded the attention of every person around him, somehow moving precisely and fluidly at the same time. As he moved around the room, you couldn't help but notice the way his shoulder-length blond hair moved with him, catching the light coming in through the window and framing his sharp jawline. His face had a focused expression on it, as if he was so focused on his movements that expression was an afterthought. His eyes, though, were dark and framed by long black lashes. It was almost as if his eyes were so intense that he could see right through you. Though his plain white t-shirt was loose, the light shining through revealed his notably slim and well-defined torso. 

Taking your eyes off the dancer, you moved toward the doorway taking in the scene of the classroom. The classroom was a big bright room with shiny wood floors. It had one wall full of mirrors and one full of windows. Sneaking into the classroom, you worried about what you had gotten yourself into. Based on what you had just seen, you feared the class might have been a higher level than you had previously thought. Being a literature major, you were incredibly out of your element in the world of dance. Hoping to get a break from the constant heavy writing involved in your major, you elected to take a dance class for the semester. Rather than being a needed break from routine, it seemed the class might be filled with more competition and comparison. 

The tall figure came to an exciting finish, holding his pose, chest rising and falling rapidly. Collapsing to the ground, his attention turned to you as you stood in the back of the class. He raised an eyebrow in your direction and shot you a look that blazed right through you. 

“You’re new here, huh?” He said, seemingly annoyed. “Try not to hold the class back.”

Heat rising to your cheeks, you scoffed. “I'm here to have fun and learn, not to participate in some petty competition.”

Smirking, he laughed. “Whatever. This class isn’t as easy as you might think. If you struggle, maybe try another class so you don’t hold us back.”

“And just who are you to say what I should or shouldn’t do?” You sneered

“Shota, Haku Shota” He said deadpan, standing up and extending a hand. “I’m a dance major here. You are?” 

Hesitating for a moment, you introduced yourself and shook his hand, “I’m a literature major.”

“Well, let’s see if the little bookworm can keep up with the class.”

~

The first few weeks of the dance class seemed like the fastest and slowest weeks of your entire life. Each new dance class was like an internal battle. Shota mastered everything on his first try, effortlessly and flawlessly learning any and all new concepts the professor presented to the class. For every perfect step Shota took, it seemed like you made 2 mistakes. With each misstep you took, Shota commented on a number of ways you could change your dancing. He seemed to take pleasure in talking down to you each class. 

“You seem too stiff. You almost look like a robot,” he remarked bluntly, his voice thick with condescension. “You need to feel the beat to improve. Right now, you’re just doing the motions mechanically.” 

You glared at Shota. “Maybe if you actually tried to help me learn instead of talking down to me every single class, I would actually improve,” you mimicked his tone. “Why should I be your personal punching bag just because you’re a dance major?”

Shota cocked his eyebrow in your direction. “Fair. If you really want to do well then, maybe you should practice some more. Loosen up, being tense will only hinder you.”

You laughed, “Maybe you should stay to help me then if you’re such a good dancer.”

“Maybe I will.”

You stood there for a moment completely flabbergasted. Had the resident jerk seriously just offered to help you with your technique? Your brain struggled to understand what had just happened. Did Shota, who had been nothing but condescending towards you, offer his help to you? Was it some sort of prank? Would you stay after class and someone would jump out yelling about how you were a fool? You couldn’t help but think, “this has to be a joke, right? Maybe he’s just messing with me again.” For a moment, you thought you saw the corner of his mouth twitch, almost a smile. 

“Okay,” you heard yourself say cautiously, still not entirely convinced this wasn’t some elaborate prank. 

“Alright, I’ll meet you after class.”

~

After class, you stayed back waiting for Shota to help you. You sat along the edge of the room waiting for him to be ready. As he came back into the classroom, his eyes glinted with something new, something besides arrogance. You stood up to meet him in the middle of the room. 

“Alright, let’s see if you’re as good of a teacher as you think you are,” you laughed, straightening your posture.

Stepping forward he stated, “Let’s start from the top and I can try my best to guide you.” 

Demonstrating the first few moves, he moved fluidly and with precision. Trying to mimic his every move, you felt a stiffness and awkwardness in your moves. He played the first bit of the music, observing you as you danced. It was almost uncomfortable to have someone watch you so intently. 

“Relax your shoulders, you’re too stiff,” Shota instructed firmly, demonstrating just how to carry yourself through the song. “And remember to breathe.”

You tried your best to follow his advice, trying to loosen up and feel the rhythm of the music. For as obnoxious as he was in class, his pointers were precise and his adjustments helpful. With every passing minute you both practiced together, you began to feel more and more confident. You were finally starting to feel in sync with the music. 

Shota stepped back, watching you as you performed to the music. “Alright,” he said seriously. “You’re starting to get it.”

You smiled slightly at him, “Thanks,” you said, trying to catch your breath. “Maybe you’re not a half bad teacher.”

Shota tried to stifle a laugh, “And maybe you’re not as hopeless as I thought.”

~

Though you and Shota had a moment of resolve when he had offered to coach you through one of the first dance assignments of the class, it quickly returned to condescension and competition. Every single class you attended with Shota consisted of a couple things: 1. You struggling to keep up with class 2. Shota doing amazingly and the teacher praising him 3. Shota talking down to you about holding the class back. 

“You dance like you have two left feet,” Shota would remark. “Are you seriously sure you’re in the right place?” This was commonplace. As time went on, even other classmates and friends began to notice the rivalry and tension. 

After class one day, one of your classmates, Intak, pulled you aside with a concerned look painted across his face. “What’s up with you and Shota? Everyone is starting to notice the tension between you guys.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “It’s annoying right! He’s always trying to beat me down. He’s so condescending. It’s honestly exhausting.”

Intak shifted his weight crossing his arms in front of himself. “Why do you think he’s being like this? He doesn’t seem to treat anyone else like this,” Intak queried. 

“I don’t know, maybe he just likes being a pain in my ass?”

Your friend Laughed, “Well, you’re doing great. Don’t let him get to you.” He smiled, patting your back. 

“Thanks, I appreciate you always being here.”

~

Back in class as midterms rolled around, Professor Kim announced that the whole class would be working on a large project as a big part of their grade. 

“This project will account for about 50% of your final grade,” Professor Kim started. “You will work in pairs to create your own choreography which you will perform at the showcase at the end of the semester. This is an opportunity to showcase your creativity, teamwork, and technical skills.”

As whispers and murmurs started around the classroom, Professor Kim picked up a piece of paper and pinned it next to the doorway. You felt optimistic yet nervous at the same time. You didn’t really know anyone in the class, only your friend Theo. Well, you knew Shota, but it wasn’t the partner you were hoping for. 

“Alright, come find your partners so you guys can start talking about your project,” Said Professor Kim. 

You nervously glanced around the room and made your way to the posted paper. You felt your stomach twist as you began to search the paper for your name. Looking up and down the columns of names you finally found yours at the bottom… partnered with Shota. You sighed and shook your head. Out of anyone in the class, Shota? 

Turning around, you saw Shota already staring at you with a blank look on his face, a twinkle of annoyance evident in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to where Shota was standing. 

“Looks like we’re partners,” You started, trying your best to keep your voice steady. “Let’s just try to get through this.”

Shota crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get it over with.”

You nodded, feeling heat rise in your ears. You knew this project was going to be a nightmare, but maybe you could learn something at least. You hoped, anyways. 

~

You and Shota had agreed to practice that Friday night. Making your way up the stairs to the dance department, you could feel the familiar pit in the bottom of your stomach. You were nervous about how your first practice session for the project would go as the tension still lingered in the air.  You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You opened the door and stepped into the studio. Shota was already there, waiting for you. Sitting in the far corner of the room, the dancer was stretching in a black t-shirt and zip up jacket with black Adidas joggers. Even though he was sitting in the corner of the room, his confidence exuded and made the large open room feel almost claustrophobic. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to where Shota was sitting. Setting your stuff down along the wall, you sat down next to him. Taking off his headphones, he turned his attention towards you with an unreadable expression. 

“Are you ready to get started?” He asked, no tone present in his voice. You nodded as you grabbed your backpack from against the wall and pulled out your notebook. 

“I’ve been taking some notes on some styles I liked. I have some different inspirations for our project in here,” You stated, flipping through the pages of your notebook. Stopping on the page with all of your notes, you shoved your notebook Shota’s direction. 

Tucking his shoulder length blond hair behind his ears, Shota picked up your notebook and started looking over your notes. Furrowing his eyebrows, a look of amusement came over his face. 

“Really?” Shota Retorted. “These concepts are too basic. Everyone will do something super contemporary.” He shut your notebook and slid it back across the floor to you. You picked up your notebook scoffing. 

“What would you suggest then twinkle toes?” You snapped back, rolling your eyes. You tried to keep yourself composed as you felt your ears start to turn red. 

“Well,” He started, rolling his eyes. “That was rude first of all. Second of all, we could always incorporate ballet? I’m sure no one else will do that. Plus, it is pretty technical so it could get us extra points.” 

You raised your eyebrows at him. You knew that ballet was not your forte, but you were not about to let Shota know that. You thought about it for a moment. If it meant Shota would be quiet about styles and you might possibly get a good grade, it could be worth a shot.��

“Fine, let’s give it a shot,” You stated calmly, trying not to snap.

“Perfect, assuming you can keep up.”

Standing up, you both moved to the center of the room. Shota tied his hair up then tossed his jacket off to the side of the room. You stood awkwardly next to Shota, not exactly sure what to do. 

“How should we choreograph it?” You asked, breaking the thick tension in the air. 

Shota rested his hands on his hips, “Well, I can try showing you some moves? Maybe I can just come up with something for us both and teach you? It’ll save us the frustration.” Shota looked at you with raised eyebrows. You weren’t quite sure what to think. 

“Would that even be fair?” You questioned. “I mean, you would basically be doing all the work.”

Shota looked at you shrugging. “It might save our grade,” He started. “Plus our sanity,” He almost whispered the last part as if he didn’t want you to hear. 

“Fine, whatever. Let’s do it that way. I guess go ahead and show me what you’re thinking.”

Moving to the back of the room, you looked at Shota’s reflection in the mirror. He stepped off, dancing to no music but somehow keeping perfect rhythm. His intricate movements came naturally and fluidly. Despite freestyling different dance genres together, his talent was undeniable. It was captivating to watch him in his element. It was clear to see why Shota chose dance as his major. He commanded attention. It was almost frustrating how amazing he was at dancing. For as much as you held disdain for the way he treated you, you could not deny his ability… not that you would ever let him know that. 

Finishing his dance, Shota stood there chest heaving up and down. “What do you think?” He asked. 

“It looks cool I guess. How will I learn it though? Will it work as a duet?” You asked, shifting your weight and crossing your arms. 

“I’ll have to teach you,” He said breathlessly, leaning his hands on his legs as he slumped over. Standing up, he moved off to the side leaving room for you to join him in the center of the room. Stepping forward, the familiar feeling crept back into your stomach. 

“I’ll demonstrate and you can copy,” Shota stated. As he started going through the first few motions of the dance, you wondered how Shota could remember that after one time. Observing his movements, you mimicked them loosely, almost mapping them out, as he went along. He finished and stepped back, motioning for you to step forward and give it a go. 

Stepping forward, you began to move nervously with a stiff manner. Your movements did not match Shota’s in swiftness or confidence. Trying to keep the rhythm Shota had set, you struggled to keep pace. Finishing the section he had just demonstrated for you, Shota looked at you with a critical eye. 

“Again,” He demanded. You repeated. This happened several times. Eventually, you stood there breathless from the repetitions. Shota looked at you with a concentrated look on his face. 

“I think I need to adjust your posture, help you understand how you are supposed to be moving,” He said walking towards you. “Start, and I will adjust you as you go.”

Taking your first steps cautiously, Shota observed you extra intently. As you moved through the steps of the routine, Shota adjusted your posture. His touch against your back felt like fire from how nervous you were. Finishing the routine, you peered back over at Shota. 

“Relax,” He stated in a low firm voice. “You’re too tense. It’s holding you back.”

You took in his advice. As annoying as he could be, you trusted his dancing more than your own. Trying your best to do as he said, you went through the movements again feeling a little more confident with each move. Though his gaze still made you a bit uncomfortable, you tried to focus more on dancing. 

As you moved, Shota continued to offer adjustments, his touch light but precise. "Extend your arms more. Feel the movement through your fingertips," He instructed, his hands briefly guiding yours. 

As you finished the section you had been tirelessly working on, Shota offered you a compliment. “I think you’re starting to get it.”

The two of you moved this way throughout different segments of the choreography Shota had come up with just a bit earlier. As you went through the movements together, Shota even made small changes to his own dancing. The two of you fell into a rhythm of practicing and learning and critique. 

At one point, you stumbled over a particularly tricky transition, nearly losing your balance. Shota's hand shot out, steadying you. "Careful," he said, his voice unexpectedly gentle. "You've got to keep your center of gravity stable." He quickly took his hand back, moving back to his position. 

As the practice session came to a finish, you had finished learning the bones of the routine that you two would perform at the showcase. The movements were becoming more fluid, steps more in sync. Dripping with sweat, you walked over to your bag and grabbed a towel, Shota grabbing one from his own bag. 

“You’re starting to catch on,” Shota said with a hard to read expression painted across his face, impatience still evident in his voice. “We’ll definitely need to practice more.”

You nodded in his direction, trying to maintain a straight look on your face. Dabbing the sweat off your forehead, you reached down to pick up your backpack. 

“Should we meet back here at the same time on Monday?” He questioned, picking up his jacket off the floor and shrugging it on. Nodding in his direction, you swung your backpack over your shoulder. 

Just before you left the studio, Shota turned to you one last time. "Good work today," he said, his tone grudgingly sincere but still maintaining a critical edge. "Don't slack off. See you tomorrow." 

“See you tomorrow, twinkle toes.”

~

Though practice continued to be difficult for the two of you, continuing to butt heads as you went along, it was undeniable that the two of you were making progress. You saw the hours Soul put into perfecting each routine, the sweat and tears behind his seemingly effortless performances. There were moments when his guard slipped, revealing a vulnerability and passion that surprised you. 

One evening, as you struggled with a particularly difficult move, Soul softened. “You’re improving,” he said quietly, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear. “But you need to trust yourself more.”

You looked up, caught off guard by the rare compliment. “Thanks,” you said, breathless. “I’m trying.”

As you guys continued to have evening practice sessions, the sessions seemingly lasted longer and longer. What were once practices that went until 8 PM, now seemed to last late into the night. It was during these practice sessions that the two of you would sit along the edge of the room talking about many different things, no longer just dancing. Though you had viewed him as a pain in the ass at the beginning, his harshness was starting to soften. 

Despite your initial resistance, you couldn’t deny a growing warmth whenever you two practiced. His presence, once intimidating and suffocating, had become something you looked forward to. You caught yourself thinking frequently about these late-night talks, noticing the way his eyes lit up when he spoke passionately or the gentle way he shared difficult memories. Every detail of him was being etched into your brain. 

On one particular night after an exceptionally long and hard practice, the two of you collapsed on the floor laying next to each other. Breathing rapidly and drenched in sweat, you each let out a laugh. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Shota sat up and leaned back on his hands.

“It wasn’t always like this for me, you know?” Shota started. You looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow at him.“My parents weren’t super happy with me choosing to pursue dancing,” He sighed, his voice showing a new type of openness he had never shown before. Laying back down with a sigh, he rested his arm atop of his forehead. 

“They always wanted me to do something more stable… something like a government job.” He looked over at you observing the expression on your face, almost looking for reassurance. “It was my whole life… no is my whole life. I spent so much time practicing and trying to perfect every single move and technique. I didn’t go to dances, I didn’t have summer jobs. I didn’t really have friends either, honestly. Everyone just thought I was too quiet or weird.”

You weren’t quite sure how to respond to Shota. “Oh… wow. That must have been really tough for you.”

He let out a chuckle, “It was really hard for me to be honest. I gave up so many things including a normal teenage life. Ultimately, though, I knew it was what I wanted. Every class, every critique, every competition, it made me want to work harder. I didn’t have many friends so I felt like dance was a way I could express myself when words failed.” Looking back at the ceiling, you swore you could see a glint in the boy’s eyes. It must have been really tough for him. 

“You know,” he started, “it taught me a lot about resilience.” The look in his eyes was one you had never seen before, almost as if walls he had put up were starting to come down.

“You seem so confident I thought you were just naturally this talented,” you expressed, examining his side profile. He looked over at you, letting out one little laugh. You quickly looked back up at the ceiling. 

“Natural talent is maybe 1% of it. The other 99% is hard work,” he stated.

You nodded at the ceiling, taking in what the boy had to say. It seemed like the harsh exterior was something he had built up just to protect his sanity. He just wanted to succeed in what he loved the most, even if it meant putting up a wall to ensure he could get there. 

The conversation continued that night, each of you sharing more about your lives and opening up about the struggles you had been facing in your own life and your own academic career. You told him about your own fears and insecurities, the moments when you doubted yourself, and the reasons why you had chosen to take up dance despite your lack of experience.

These late-night talks became a regular occurrence, a time for you both to unwind and connect beyond the confines of the dance studio. With each conversation, the tension between you eased, replaced by a growing comfort. In the process, you discovered that beneath Shota's stern exterior was someone who had faced immense challenges and had come out stronger for it. You came to appreciate Shota and everything he brought to the table.

~

Following the late night talks you two began to have after dance practice, you had swapped phone numbers and stopped avoiding him outside of class. Neither you nor Shota had realized that you actually had some mutual friends until you ran into each other one night. 

You had received an invitation to a little get together at your friend Theo’s house. You weren’t typically one for parties, but Theo was a good friend of yours from your literature program. Flattening out your outfit and taking a deep breath as you approached the door, you knocked. The door swung open to reveal Theo standing there with a drink in his hand. His face lit up when he turned and saw you standing in the doorway.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” He shouted, pulling you into his apartment and shutting the door behind you. You were suddenly surprised when you looked over at the couches and saw Shota sitting there with several others. Theo was seemingly oblivious to your shock. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Do you have Sprite?” You asked. Theo smiled and nodded, walking off to the kitchen. 

Walking over to the couches, you sat opposite of Shota, offering a weak smile in his direction. He had a look of amusement on his face. You hadn't expected to see Shota at a casual get-together, and the prospect made you feel a bit anxious. You couldn't shake the worry about how things would go.

“Small world, huh?” He laughed, lifting his drink up to his lips. 

You nodded slightly at the boy, “Yeah, seems so.”

As the night progressed, you found yourself relaxing in the company of mutual friends. Theo, always the life of the party, kept the atmosphere light with his jokes and stories. It was during one of these stories that Theo suddenly made the connection. 

Looking between you and Shota he asked, “How do you guys know each other?”

You exchanged glances with Shota before looking back at Theo, “We’re actually in an elective together. We’re doing our final project together.” You chuckled, sipping on your Sprite that had grown increasingly flat as the night wore on. 

“You know Shota actually tried to teach me some dancing once?” Theo let out a loud laugh after his statement. “I was horrible.”

Shota laughed alongside Theo, “He was a horrible student too.”

Theo laughed. “True, true. But hey, look at you now, Mr. Dance Major. And you,” he said, turning to you, “you're lucky to have him as a partner. He's tough, but he knows his stuff.” 

You let out a little laugh. “I’ve noticed. I think we’re getting somewhere though,” You said, turning towards Shota who offered a weak smile in return. 

The rest of the evening continued with more stories and laughter, the initial awkwardness between you and Shota slowly dissipating. It was strange, realizing that the person who had been your rival was also someone who shared your circle of friends. Seeing him outside of the dance studio was a new, but not unwelcome experience. 

Towards the end of the night, Theo suggested that you could all play a game. You all eventually settled on playing charades. You were a bit apprehensive but eventually agreed when Shota shot you an encouraging look. 

“Come on, it could be lots of fun!” 

You were all divided into teams, with you and Shota ending up on the same team. The game turned out to be a hilarious experience. You and Shota did great together as a team despite the initial awkwardness of running into him at the party. Somehow, the two of you ended up winning first place in charades. 

As the night came to an end and after a few drinks, Theo pulled you aside. “I'm glad you came tonight. It's cool to see you and Shota getting along. He's a good guy, once you get past the tough exterior.” You smiled at Theo, pulling him in for a hug.

“Yeah, I can see that now. Thanks for inviting me, Theo,” You said, pulling out of the hug and glancing over at Shota, who was engaged in a lighthearted conversation with another friend. 

As you announced your departure and slipped out the door, you heard rapid footsteps behind you. You turned around to Shota trying to catch up to you.

"Hey, wait up," he called out, slightly out of breath.

You slowed your pace, allowing him to catch up. "Didn't expect you to follow me," you remarked, a hint of surprise in your voice.

Shota shrugged, his expression unreadable. "I figured we could walk back together. Safety in numbers, right?”

You chuckled and nodded, the two of you falling into a rhythmic pace. For the first couple of minutes, the two of you walked in silence save for the sounds of cicadas and passing cars. The glow from the street lights lit up the pavement as the two of you walked along, the glow of neon signs reflecting into windows on both sides of the street. There was a gentle breeze, blowing around fallen leaves along the pavement. Pulling your jacket closed, you tried to stay warm in the cold autumn air. Shota, noticing, took the hat off his head and placed it gently on yours without breaking stride. 

“So,” Shota began, breaking the silence, “that was unexpected, running into you at Theo's place.”

You laughed softly. "Yeah, small world, huh? I had no idea you knew him."

Shota nodded. "Theo's a good guy. We met during freshman orientation. He's always been a bit of a goofball, but he's loyal."

"Sounds like him," you agreed. “We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember.”

The conversation flowed naturally, the tension from earlier practice sessions and the surprise of running into him that night fading with each step. You found yourself opening up, sharing stories about your own college experiences, your classes, and the challenges you faced. As you walked, Shota listened attentively, occasionally offering his own anecdotes. He talked about the pressure of being a dance major, the high expectations, and the constant need to prove himself.

You offered Shota words of encouragement, knowing how hard he had worked to get to this point. “You’re doing great, Shota. You will always have supporters.” Though he insisted that he must be weird for being so focused on dance, you viewed him as someone with an admirable work ethic. 

He thanked you for the encouragement, offering some of his own. “You've been doing great, though. I know I'm hard on you, but it's because I see potential. You're pushing yourself, and that's what matters.” 

Looking over at Shota beneath the street lights, you noticed a look you had never seen on his face before. Could it have been sincerity? You were taken aback and unsure how to react for a moment. 

“Thanks, Shota. It means a lot coming from you.” You smiled at him gently. He offered a small genuine smile in return, any remaining tension seemingly melting away. 

As you continued walking, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. You discovered you had more in common than you initially thought – favorite movies, music, even a shared love for late-night snacks.

As if on cue, your stomach growled loudly, making Shota chuckle. "Sounds like someone’s hungry."

You blushed, embarrassed. "Yeah, I didn't eat much at Theo's. Too busy talking, I guess."

Shota glanced around and then pointed down the street. "There's a 24-hour ramen place a couple of blocks from here. Want to grab something to eat?"

You were hesitant for a moment before turning to Shota, “Sure, why not?”

The ramen place was small with a convenience store like interior. It was a self-service ramen bar with only a few bar seats next to the entrance. Because of the time, it was only you and Shota inside the restaurant (if you could call it that). 

You walked inside, the big wall of ramen overwhelming you. They had almost any type of ramen you could possibly dream of having. It seemed that both you AND Shota were overwhelmed by the sheer amount. After taking in all of your options, you eventually settled on one with Shota right behind you. After you had both assembled your ramen, you went to check out when Shota stopped you. Grabbing his wallet out of his pocket, he paid for both of you. 

“Thanks so much, Shota,” You smiled gently at him, sitting down at one of the barstools. 

“It’s no problem,” He said back, sitting down next to you. As you settled onto the barstools, the rich aroma of simmering broth and fresh noodles enveloped you both, creating a comforting ambiance in the ramen shop.

"So, what's your story?" Shota asked, breaking the silence as he took a sip of his soda. "What made you decide to take up dance?"

You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. "Honestly, it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment decision. I needed an elective, and dance seemed interesting. I've always loved music and movement, so I figured, why not give it a try?"

Shota raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "And how's that working out for you?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Let's just say it's been a learning experience." Shota chuckled, a genuine sound that caught you off guard. He smiled, an expression that softened his usually stoic demeanor. 

As you ate together looking out onto the cold city street inside the warmth of the ramen shop, you talked about anything and everything. You found yourself sharing stories about your childhood, your dreams for the future, and even the silly mishaps that had brought laughter into your life. Shota, usually reserved, opened up about his own upbringing, his early struggles with dance, and the moments of triumph that had shaped him into the person he was today. 

The more you talked, the more you realized how similar the two of you truly were. Your conversations ranged from favorite childhood memories to philosophical musings about life's uncertainties and everything in between. 

The ramen bowls were soon emptied, but the conversation continued, spilling out onto the city street as you traced your steps back towards campus together. The city lights cast a soft glow around you, lighting up Shota in the darkness. His soft smile, backlit by the lights, offered reassurance as you two walked in the dark. 

As you reached the familiar steps of your apartment, you paused, reluctant to let the night end. "Thanks for tonight, Shota," you said sincerely, turning to face him.

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, thank you. It's been... refreshing."

You chuckled softly. "Who knew ramen could lead to such deep conversations?"

Shota laughed, a genuine sound that warmed your heart. "Yeah, who knew?"

You stood there for a moment, the city bustling around you, before Shota broke the silence. "Well, I guess I should let you get some rest. Practice tomorrow, right?"

You nodded, suddenly reluctant to part ways. Slipping his hat off and extending it out to him, you responded, "Yeah, practice. See you then?"

Shota nodded, his gaze softening, taking the hat from you gently. "Definitely."

~

The next evening, you had a class only a couple floors down from the dance department so you found yourself in the dance room extra early. Sitting along the side of the room, soft music echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room, you found yourself waiting for Shota to join you. Despite the quiet and calming atmosphere that you had come to associate with the dance rooms over the course of the semester, this particular night was different. 

Earlier that day, you had received an email from a literature professor about the grade of your midterm exam. You had completely bombed the exam, one which made up a substantial portion of your grade. This wasn’t just any class either, it was a required class for your major. You couldn’t even begin to understand what had happened. You felt so many things: disappointment, first and foremost, at letting yourself down despite putting in hours of study and preparation. Anger followed closely behind, directed both at yourself for not performing better and at the unfairness of the situation. Worst of all was the sinking realization of what this meant for your academic standing. This setback could jeopardize your GPA, your future prospects, and your confidence in your abilities. Anxiety gnawed at your insides, fueling a relentless loop of self-doubt and worry about how to recover from such a blow. Understandably upset, you sat along the wall of the dance room crying into your hands. 

As Shota entered the dimly lit space, he spotted you huddled against the wall, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Without a word, he crossed the room and sat beside you, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of emotions swirling around you. He didn't ask questions or demand explanations. Instead, he simply sat there, offering silent support as you grappled with the weight of your thoughts.

After several minutes, Shota placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, quietly asking, “what’s wrong? If you want to talk, we can.”

Looking up at him, you wiped your tears on the sleeves of your shirt. Trying to catch your breath, you tried to explain your situation to him calmly. Moving his hand from your shoulder down to your hand and offering a gentle squeeze, he sat patiently and listened to everything. His touch was gentle yet reassuring.

“I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m here if you need me. Whatever you need." You looked at him gratefully, overwhelmed by his kindness and unwavering support. 

“Thank you, Shota,” you whispered, feeling a small measure of comfort in his presence, especially as the soft music played in the background. He offered you a meek smile as he brought his hands back to his lap. Together, you sat in the quiet embrace of the dance studio as you gathered yourself. 

“Hey,” Shota started, “we don’t have to practice tonight if you’re not feeling up to it.”

You looked over at him. You couldn’t believe that the twinkle toes was offering to skip a dance practice for you. You felt a warm feeling envelope your chest. You nodded, sighing. Instead of practicing, the two of you sat in the practice room listening to music for the evening, eventually ordering food for the two of you. 

The food you ordered arrived, and you shared a quiet meal together, the simple act of eating bringing a semblance of normalcy to the turbulent day. The conversation drifted to lighter topics, with Shota sharing funny anecdotes and you recounting amusing stories from your classes.

After finishing your meal, you both leaned back against the wall, a comfortable silence settling between you. The music played softly in the background, and the dim lighting of the studio created a cozy atmosphere. Shota glanced over at you, his expression thoughtful.

"You know," he began, his voice soft, "sometimes it's okay to take a step back and just breathe. We all need that every now and then."

You nodded, appreciating his words. "Yeah, I guess I just get so caught up in everything that I forget to do that."

He smiled gently. "It's easy to forget. But you're not alone in this. If you ever need a break or someone to talk to, I'm here."

The sincerity in his voice touched you, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. "Thank you, Shota. It means a lot to me."

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Any time."

As the evening drew to a close, you both began to gather your things, the warmth of the shared experience lingering in the air. Before you left, Shota turned to you, his expression earnest.

"Take care of yourself, okay? We'll tackle everything one step at a time. And we'll get through it."

You smiled, "I will. Thanks, Twinkle Toes."

Shota scoffed and shook his head at you, “I am not twinkle toes.”

With that, you both parted ways. 

As you walked home that night, the cool breeze brushing against your skin, your thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions. The events of the evening played over and over in your mind, each moment with Shota etched vividly into your memory. You had always seen Shota as just another classmate, an annoyingly talented dancer who sometimes got under your skin. But tonight, you saw a different side of him. A side that cared, that listened, that understood without judgment. It was a side you found yourself drawn to in a way you hadn't anticipated. 

You replayed the way his hand had felt when he gently squeezed yours, offering silent support. The warmth of his touch lingered, sending a small thrill through you even now. His smile, usually so reserved, had been a beacon of reassurance, making you feel seen and valued. You couldn't shake the image of Shota's earnest eyes, the way he'd looked at you with such sincerity. It made your heart flutter, a sensation you hadn't felt in a long time. It was confusing, thrilling, and a little terrifying all at once. But for that moment, as you walked home under the soft glow of the streetlights, you allowed yourself to savor the warmth of the evening's memories. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to fall for Shota. And the thought made your heart race. 

~

The dance studio was filled with the rhythmic sounds of music and the soft thuds of feet hitting the floor. You and Shota moved through the routine, your movements synchronized yet laden with an underlying tension. The recent shift in your relationship from rivals to something more complex was anything but smooth.

As you practiced a particularly intricate section, Shota's hand found its place on the small of your back, guiding you through the movements. He pulled back quickly upon you noticing, his expression unreadable. You tried to shake off the distraction, focusing on the steps, but your mind kept drifting back to the unspoken emotions simmering between you.

During a short break, you noticed Shota talking to a girl from another class. She laughed at something he said, touching his arm lightly. A pang of jealousy shot through you, making it hard to concentrate. You turned away, pretending to adjust your shoes, but the image of them together was seared into your mind.

Theo walked over, his expressions curious. He raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Shota. "Everything okay?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

"Yeah, fine," you replied quickly, not meeting his gaze.

Theo's gentle voice broke in. "You seem a bit distracted. Is something bothering you?"

You sighed, debating how much to reveal. "It's just... complicated."

Theo scoffed. "Complicated? That's an understatement. You and Shota have been dancing around each other for weeks. It's exhausting just watching you two." Theo placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Maybe it's time to figure out why it's so complicated. Sometimes, understanding our own feelings is the hardest part."

You looked at Theo, his words resonating with the turmoil inside you. "I don't even know where to start."

Theo nudged you gently. "Start by being honest with yourself. How do you really feel about Shota? And what are you afraid of?"

As you pondered his questions, Shota walked over, his expression guarded. "Ready to start again?" he asked, his tone neutral.

You nodded, trying to push your swirling thoughts aside. As you resumed practice, the tension only grew. Every touch, every glance, seemed to carry a weight you couldn't ignore.

Later that evening, you sat in your dorm room, replaying the day's events. Theo's advice echoed in your mind. What were you really feeling? And why was it so hard to admit, even to yourself?

Meanwhile, Shota was having a similar internal struggle. After practice, he found himself alone in the empty studio, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The image of you watching him with the other girl flashed through his mind. He hadn't meant to make you jealous, but the look on your face had been unmistakable.

Theo's words from earlier that day rang in his ears. "Sometimes, understanding our own feelings is the hardest part." Shota sighed, running a hand through his hair. He'd always been confident in his dancing, in his ability to push through challenges. But this was different. This was emotional, messy, and entirely new territory.

As he practiced a solo routine, trying to clear his mind, Theo’s voice interrupted his thoughts. "You know, avoiding it won't make it go away," Theo said, leaning against the doorframe.

Shota stopped, turning to face him. "What are you talking about?"

Theo rolled his eyes. "You two. It's obvious there's something there. And until you both figure it out, it's going to keep affecting your focus in class."

Shota frowned, wiping sweat from his forehead. "I don't even know where to start."

Theo shrugged. "Start by being honest with yourself. What do you really feel? And what are you afraid of?"

Shota's thoughts echoed your own. As he left the studio that night, he resolved to confront his feelings, no matter how confusing or scary they might be. 

~

The night had finally arrived, the night of the final showcase for your dance class. The large auditorium was buzzing with life as people flowed steadily in and found their seats. As you sat backstage beside Shota, you could feel the nerves building within you. You had never been one to perform before so it was quite intimidating. Almost as if Shota sensed your nervousness, he offered a small pat on your knee. 

“We’re gonna do great. I know it,” He said, flashing a genuine smile at you, his eyes shaping crescents. You smiled back at him. Little did he know that him smiling at you like that only made the butterflies you felt multiply. 

As the host of the evening walked out on stage to introduce the program and the audience hushed, the excitement and nerves of all the performers was palpable. Everyone backstage hushed down to a whisper as they waited their turn to perform. The months of practicing and late night snacking sessions had all led up to this night. You and Shota waited for your name to be announced. As the performer before you finished, Shota turned to you.

“Are you ready?” Shota asked, his voice steady but his eyes showing a hint of nerves.

You nodded, trying to muster the same confidence. “As ready as I’ll ever be, twinkle toes.”

The two of you ran out onto the stage, assuming your starting positions. The lights dimmed, casting a spotlight on the two of you. The audience hushed in anticipation. As the music swelled, you launched into the choreography, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next. 

The routine was intricate, a blend of strength and grace that highlighted your growing connection. Every lift, every spin, every touch felt charged with the emotions you’d both been grappling with. As you danced, you could feel the audience's energy, their eyes glued to your every move.

Midway through the performance, there was a particularly challenging lift. Shota’s hands gripped your waist as you soared into the air, the audience gasping in awe. For a split second, time seemed to stand still. Your eyes met his, and you saw a flicker of something deeper, something real.

The music crescendoed, and you moved into the final sequence. The choreography demanded complete trust, and for the first time, you felt it wholeheartedly. As the last note played, you both struck the final pose, breathless and triumphant. The audience erupted into applause, the sound washing over you like a wave.

You stood side by side, soaking in the cheers. Shota squeezed your hand briefly, a silent acknowledgment of what you’d just accomplished together. The culmination of months of hard work and emotional turbulence had paid off in a spectacular performance. As you both took your bows, your eyes met, and the world seemed to blur around you.

As soon as the curtain fell, you grabbed Shota’s hand, running into the wings of the auditorium. You kept running, looking for somewhere, anywhere, that was private enough. You managed to find an empty dressing room. Ushering Shota in, you shut the door behind the two of you, locking it as you did. The room was dimly lit, with only a table lamp lighting up the small space. 

With your back to the wall, you stood facing each other, the sounds of the celebration outside muted by the closed door. Your heart pounded in your chest, the adrenaline from the performance still coursing through your veins.

“Shota,” you began, your voice trembling slightly.

Before you could say another word, Shota closed the distance between you in two quick strides. His hands cupped your face, and he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was both urgent and tender. The world outside ceased to exist as you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss was a release of all the pent-up emotions, the frustration, the longing, and the unspoken feelings that had built up over the past months. Shota’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other for a moment. Shota’s eyes searched yours, his expression a mix of relief and adoration.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. He swallowed harshly.

You smiled, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Me too, but I was so scared.”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, softer this time, as if savoring the moment. “I’ve felt something for you since the first time we met, even when we were fighting… Especially when we were fighting.”

You laughed softly, the sound mingling with his. “I guess all that tension had to come from somewhere.”

Shota’s thumb brushed your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

You looked into his eyes, hoping that you weren’t just dreaming, “that’s all I want.”

Moving to cup your cheeks again, Shota pulled you in for another kiss, this one long  and needy, as if this was all you had waited for the whole semester. Pulling back from the kiss, Shota smiled fondly at you before wrapping his arms around your shoulder and pulling you into a tender embrace. For a while, you stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the newfound closeness. The world outside the dressing room continued to celebrate, but inside, it was just the two of you.

Eventually, you pulled back, intertwining your hand with Shota’s. “We should probably get back out there. They’ll be looking for us.”

He nodded hesitantly, but his grip on your hand didn’t loosen. “Yeah, we should.”

You turned to unlock the heavy door. Cracking open the door, you peered around the corner to make sure no one saw the two of you come out together. You could feel your mind racing a million miles a minute as the two of you stepped out of the dressing room. Shota really just kissed you… Surely he dropped you on stage, you hit your head, and it was all a hallucination. The pain in your ass twinkle toes dance major and you just kissed. You could feel your mind reeling as Shota led the way back towards the others. As he spotted the others, he reluctantly dropped your hand. 

“Hey! There you two are!” Shouted Theo, as he and Intak made their way towards you and Shota. The two stood waiting backstage for you both. 

Intak smiled at you, “your performance was amazing!” Intak knew how much you had struggled to get along with Shota when the two of you first met. Knowing you well, it seemed he could tell that something had changed since that dance class started at the beginning of the semester. 

“Yeah! It looked like you guys had serious chemistry on stage,” Theo added, cocking one eyebrow up at you and Shota slightly. Perhaps… more people had picked up on the shift between you and him than you thought. Glancing over at him, you noticed red creeping over his neck and ears at the comment. You could feel heat rush to your own cheeks, thanking whatever God there was that you were wearing stage makeup. 

 Clearing his throat, shota asked, “should we all go out to celebrate? We could get some dinner.” As you looked between Theo and Intak, they looked at each other and both nodded. 

“There’s a great k-bbq restaurant just down the street! We could all walk down there,” Chimed in Intak. 

“That sounds like a great idea! Let me get out of this makeup and change first though,” You laughed, the others joining in. As you smiled at the three boys, you turned around to walk towards the vanities. Looking down at your dance shoes as you walked, you wiped your hands on your torso. You could feel your stomach doing backflips. Would this change things? Could you really go from rivals to something more?

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the mix of emotions swirling within you as you sat down at the mirror. Grabbing a makeup wipe, you began to remove the heavy stage makeup you had worn for the performance. Though, your mind was elsewhere. The softness of his lips, the way he held you gently but firmly, the smell of his cologne, the way his skin felt beneath yours. After the kiss, it felt as if the world had shifted on its axis.

Snapping back to reality, you finished removing the makeup. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you took in a deep breath, sighing as you let it out. Smoothing your hair, you stood up from the vanity. Grabbing your clothes, you ran to the bathroom and quickly changed. 

Would Shota want to kiss you again if you weren’t so dressed up? You worried as you made your way back to the group of friends. As you approached them, you offered them a small smile. You couldn’t help but notice Shota eyeing you up and down, the familiar red creeping up to his ears again. You couldn’t help but notice that he had changed as well, sporting a white shirt beneath a flannel blue jacket and light wash jeans. His shoulders seemed so much more broad beneath the jacket than you had even remembered. 

“Alright! Let’s head out,” Smiled Theo, leading the way for the four of you to exit the auditorium. As Theo and Intak walked ahead, you and Shota walked beside each other. Stepping out into the cold dark evening, you felt a shiver run down your spine. Noticing this, Shota shrugged off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. You felt heat rush to your cheeks. 

“But you’ll get cold,” you whispered over to the boy who was now only wearing a light long sleeved shirt in the cold winter air. Crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to keep warm, he simply smiled and shrugged. A flutter of warmth that had nothing to do with the jacket spread through you. “Thank you.”

Walking through the streets of campus as nothing but the streetlights softly lit the way in a golden tone, Shota looped his pinky with yours. The night air was crisp and biting, each breath forming delicate puffs of mist that lingered momentarily before dissolving into the darkness. Your footsteps echoed softly against the pavement accompanied by the quiet chit chat and laughs of Intak and Theo just a few feet ahead of you. It felt as if you were in a different world, one where time slowed down and the simple act of walking became a cherished moment.

As you approached the restaurant, the neon sign began to illuminate the sidewalk vibrant shades of blue and red promising relief from the cold wind. The smell of grilled meats wafting out of the restaurant, you couldn’t wait to have a meal with some of your favorite people in the world. Shota dropped your pinkie as Intak climbed the stairs and pulled the door open. Ushering you and the dancer in first, Theo looked at the two of you and then at Intak with an amused smile, chuckling and shaking his head. 

Inside, the restaurant was bustling with activity, the sizzling sounds of meat on the grill mixing with the hum of conversations and laughter from other diners. A friendly hostess greeted the four of you, leading you towards a sleek black table in the back corner of the lively restaurant. Opting for the side of the table with the cushioned booth, you slid towards the inner corner of the table with Shota sitting down after you. Intak and Theo pulled out their chairs to sit across from the two of you

Eyes scanning the menu with anticipation, "this place smells amazing," Intak commented, glancing around appreciatively. "I think you guys have all earned this feast tonight."

Theo nodded excitedly, “We should go wild, just order a whole bunch of stuff!”

“I agree,” You chimed in. “We should get some soju and beers to celebrate!”

You all eyed the menu, excitedly discussing which dishes were a necessity for the table. A young waitress made her way to the table to take your order. Looking between the menu and everyone’s faces, Theo ordered for the table. The waitress had to chuckle at how much meat the four of you ordered. As the waitress walked away, the four of you shared jokes and stories together.

“You know,” Theo said leaning forward, looking at Shota, “I have some pretty embarrassing stories from school together.” He looked at you with a smirk and chuckled. You gave Theo a look that was worth more than 1,000 words, as if it was saying don’t you dare. 

“Do share,” Said Shota. 

“Back in elementary school, our friend here had the biggest crush on a kid in our class. They were so smitten that they decided to write him a love letter. Classic, right? But instead of just giving it to him, they put it in his backpack without him knowing.” You could feel your face begin to turn a bright red color, cursing yourself for taking off your stage makeup after the performance. You avoided eye contact with Shota, who was now looking even more intrigued.

“So, they wait all day, anxiously, for this kid to find the note. But instead of him finding it first, his mom does when she checks his backpack after school. The next day, he comes up to them and says, ‘My mom thinks you’re really sweet.’ I think they avoided him for the rest of that year.” Theo grinned widely, laughing uncontrollably. You felt the urge to sink into your seat, the embarrassment from that childhood memory flooding back. You stole a glance at Shota, who was chuckling softly. Shota looked at you, his eyes dancing with amusement. 

"That sounds... unforgettable," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. You managed a sheepish smile, feeling a mix of embarrassment that the story was told at all and relief that it was over. Despite the teasing, there was a warmth in Shota's eyes that made you feel oddly reassured.

Soon enough, the table was filled with a variety of meats, side dishes, and a few bottles of soju and beer. As the grill heated up, you took turns placing the meat on the sizzling surface, the air filling with the delicious aroma. Theo raised his glass once the first round of soju was poured. 

"To an unforgettable showcase and even better friends," he toasted.

"Cheers!" you all echoed, clinking your glasses together before taking a sip. The warmth of the soju spread through you, a perfect complement to the cozy atmosphere. 

Intak took charge of the grill, expertly turning the meat and ensuring it cooked to perfection. "Make sure to try this with the garlic and sesame oil dip," he advised, setting an example by assembling a perfect bite with a lettuce wrap.

You followed his lead, the combination of flavors exploding in your mouth. Shota, sitting beside you, mirrored your actions, his eyes lighting up in appreciation. "This is amazing," he remarked, taking another sip of soju.

As the night went on, the soju flowed freely, and the group’s laughter grew louder. Stories from the past semester were shared, each one funnier than the last. You felt a warmth spreading through you—not just from the alcohol, but from the undeniable connection you felt with Shota.

The food gradually disappeared and the bottles of soju piled up. The conversation grew more relaxed, the atmosphere more intimate. Shota leaned closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours, his smile easy and genuine. "I’m glad we ended up partners," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. Whether from soju or the feeling of looking into his eyes so closely, your face felt warm. 

“Me too, Shota,” You smiled at him shyly. 

As the evening continued, the atmosphere in the restaurant remained lively. However, Theo checked his watch and sighed. "Guys, I hate to do this, but I've got an early meeting with my advisor tomorrow. I need to head out."

Intak, who was in the middle of pouring another round of soju, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, same here. I promised my roommate I'd help him with a project first thing in the morning. I should probably get going too."

You and Shota exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Theo stood up, the rest of you joining, giving everyone a hug. "This was fun. We should definitely do this again soon."

Intak followed suit, clapping Shota on the back. "You two have fun. Don't get into too much trouble without us," he teased with a wink.

"Yeah, yeah," Shota replied, rolling his eyes but smiling. "We'll manage."

As Theo and Intak made their way out, you and Shota sat back down and were left across from each other. The restaurant, still bustling with patrons, suddenly felt more intimate with just the two of you. Though the two of you had shared such a special moment together just earlier that evening, the air suddenly felt much heavier without others there. 

Shota looked at you, his expression softening. "Well, it's just us now. Do you want to head out?"

You felt a flutter of nerves in your stomach but smiled. "I'm ready to leave if you are."

Shota nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes. "Sounds good. Let's get out of here."

After settling the bill, the two of you stepped out into the cool night air. Whether it was from the soju you had shared or the rush of having Shota right next to you, the air didn’t feel as cold as it had before. The streets were quieter now, the city having settled into a more peaceful rhythm. You walked side by side, Shota offering his hand to you which you gladly accepted. 

Glancing at you, a nervous expression crossed his face. "You know," he began slowly, "my apartment isn't far from here. If you want, we could go there. It's quieter, and we wouldn't have to worry about the cold."

Your heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. The idea of spending more time together at his apartment was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. You nodded, giving him a small smile. "That sounds nice."

“Let’s go,” he smiled. 

The walk to Shota's apartment was filled with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. He led the way, his soft hand still holding yours, as you navigated the quiet streets. Your grip on Shota's hand tightened slightly as you walked, seeking reassurance. He responded by squeezing back gently, a silent promise that everything would be alright. His touch was warm and steady, grounding you amidst the flurry of emotions.The city seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you. 

Your heart racing as you walked, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. Your mind buzzed with thoughts. Will the conversation flow naturally? Will there be awkward pauses? What if things escalate? Are you ready for that? Are you both on the same page? Despite the nerves, there was an undeniable curiosity pulling you forward, urging you to see where the night would lead. Stealing glances at Shota, you wondered if he was feeling the same mix of excitement and uncertainty.

When you arrived at his apartment building, Shota unlocked the door and held it open for you. "After you."

Thanking him, you stepped inside the entrance of his little apartment. Immediately, you were welcomed with how cozy and clean the apartment was, even though he wasn’t expecting company. The apartment had a small entrance with the kitchen and living room directly ahead. 

Slipping your shoes off, you made your way to the living room where the smell of freshly cleaned laundry filled your nose. The dark posters and artwork that littered the walls were a sharp contrast to the white paint and light brown wood flooring. Bookshelves holding figurines, collectibles, some awards, and a wide assortment of books were present through the living space. Though it might have seemed a bit cluttered to some people,  there were little things that made the space seem even cozier. A string of fairy lights lit up the living room alongside a small mood lamp. There was a plush velvet blanket thrown over the back of the couch. A potted plant sat on a bookshelf, vines growing down the side, offering some life to the room. 

"Make yourself at home," Shota said, closing the door, struggling to slip his shoes off. Joining you in the living room and rubbing the back of his neck, he asked, "can I get you something to drink? Tea, water?"

"Tea would be great," you replied, sitting down on the black couch. 

Shota rejoined you a few minutes later, carrying two steaming mugs of tea, one a mug of Pikachu’s head and the other with a label from what you could only assume was a previous dance competition. He handed one to you gently, “here you go.”

"Thanks," you said, taking a sip and savoring the warmth. "Your place is really nice, Shota. It's... comfortable."

He smiled, sitting down next to you. "I'm glad you think so.” You sat your tea down on the small coffee table just in front of the couch. Sitting back on the couch, you pulled your legs up into a criss cross. Mirroring you, Shota set his drink down right next to yours and stretched his arms along the back of the couch. 

“You know,” Shota began, a playful smirk forming on his lips, "I have to admit, I was a bit worried you might trip over your own feet during that performance.”

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, “Oh, I was not that bad.”

"Not that bad?" he replied, his tone teasing. "There was that one moment where I thought, 'Are they going to fall? Are they not?' It was like watching a thriller." 

You nudged his side with your elbow, pouting. "You're such a jerk. I think I did pretty well, considering someone was constantly criticizing my every move." Shota laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I was just trying to make you better. And hey, it worked, didn't it?"

You shot him an annoyed look, hitting his shoulder, “Seriously, I think you enjoyed torturing me a little too much.”

Shota’s eyes narrowed at you, a smirk creeping across his face, “And what if I did?”

You groaned, throwing a pillow at him. "You're impossible.” Shota caught the pillow, still laughing. 

You weren’t sure whether you were mad at him for picking on you or if you should laugh at the situation at hand. As Shota's teasing remarks hit you, a surge of irritation mixed with a strange flutter in your core soared through you. Did he have to make everything a competition? Always pointing out every little mistake like he's the dance police or something. It was infuriating how he could switch from being so critical to acting like it's all a joke. You knew he was just trying to push your buttons, but why did it get to you so much?

Clearing his throat, Shota started, “You know, you’re really cute when you’re mad.”

Still unsure what to make of his jeering, you scrunched your eyebrows, shooting him a look of annoyance. You could feel the heat across your face grow more intense, a mix of irritation and something else entirely. Shifting closer to you, his hand brushed against yours, sending a shiver up your spine. 

"You're insufferable, Shota."

"Maybe," he whispered, leaning in slightly, his breath warm against your skin, the sweet smell of soju heavy on his lips. "But you can’t deny that you love it."

Before you could retort, Shota closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours. The kiss was tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but it quickly deepened. Your initial surprise melted away, replaced by a rush of emotions.

You kissed him back, your hands instinctively moving to his shoulders. Shota's arms wrapped around your waist, gently pulling you closer as if to ensure you were real, tangible, and there with him in that moment. Each touch felt like fire, a rush of desire and anticipation that made your head spin. Your own hands wandered, trailing along his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his shirt. 

As Shota pulled back slightly, his hands still tightly gripping your waist, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that spoke of desire and longing. There was a hunger in his eyes, a silent question lingering in the air between you, as if he needed your permission to lose himself in the moment completely. You felt the heat of his breath against your lips, his proximity sending a rush of anticipation through your body. His fingers tightened ever so slightly against your skin, a silent plea for affirmation.

Your heart raced in response to his unspoken request, your own desire mirroring his. With a breathless nod, you leaned in closer, closing the gap between you once more. "Yes," you murmured, your voice a whisper filled with need and yearning.

A low, almost imperceptible growl of satisfaction rumbled from Shota's throat as he pressed his lips fervently against yours again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more urgent, as if both of you were finally giving in to the magnetic pull that had been building between you for so long.

Hands sliding down to grip your hips, he helped pull you onto his lap, straddling him on the couch. Gliding one of his hands up under the hem of your shirt and resting it on the small of your back, he pulled you flush against his own torso. Offering kisses along his jawline, you felt a bulge begin to grow beneath you. Rolling your hips against him, you licked a stripe down his neck, leaving a hickey at the base. A low explicit moan escaped Shota. An ache was growing within you at each sound that escaped his lips and met hip roll, soft moans escaping from your own. 

“Fuck,” hissed Shota. “Your moans sound so pretty, babe.”

Slipping his hands up your shirt, he groped your tits over your bra. You let out a small whimper, head falling back. You were becoming acutely aware of the growing wet patch you could feel between your legs. Lifting your shirt above your head and tossing it aside, you placed your own hands over Shota’s, guiding them to unclip your bra. Sliding the straps down your arms, he hungrily tossed your bra aside. 

“You’re so hot,” he growled, locking eyes with you. You felt desire growing even more intense within your core as he brought his mouth down to meet your hard nipples. Licking circles and nipping at your buds, you brought your hands to his hair, gently pulling as you moaned. Eventually letting go with a pornographic pop, he turned his attention back to your face. 

“I need you, Shota,” You whined at him, your hands finding their way under his shirt and gently yanking it up. Complying with your request, Shota flung his shirt towards the position yours occupied on the floor. 

Sliding off his lap, you sat between his legs on the wood floor. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you began to slide your hand up the inside of Shota’s thigh. Looking back down at you with half hooded eyes, you could see his cock straining harshly against his pants. Sliding your hand down his chest, you found yourself palming at his bulge. Overrun with need, he couldn’t help but try to buck into your hand. 

You chuckled to yourself, “someone’s needy, huh?” Groaning at you, Shota threw his head back against the couch, exasperated.

“I’d like to show you what needy feels like,” He scoffed at you. 

“Really? I bet you can’t,” You teased. 

He smirked, “Oh - fuck - I will, but right now I need my cock in your pretty mouth. Shit.”

Looking up at him, you smiled while biting your lip. Sliding your hands up his thighs, you look your fingers hook gently into the waistband of his jeans. Eyeing his reactions to every small move you made, you slid your fingers towards the button of his jeans. You unbuttoned his jeans at a pace he found unbearable. 

“Mmm - preferably this century,” he groaned. You smirked at him. Unzipping his jeans, you pulled them down, Shota lifting himself up to make it easier. As you took in the sight in front of you, the boy all sprawled out on his couch just for you, you noticed a small wet spot forming from precum in his boxers. 

Stroking him through his boxers, you asked, “Is this what you wanted?”

Whimpering, Shota took your hand in his. Dipping it inside his boxers, he started to stroke his cock with your hand. As he let go of you, he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing against his abdomen. Spitting into your palm, you took him into your two hands, adjusting the speed and grip to see what could elicit the loudest moan from him. 

Looking down at you, he ran his fingers through your hair. “ I said I wanted it in your mouth,” He demanded. You felt a pulse shoot straight through you. Looking up at him with big eyes, you licked a long stripe from base to tip. Taking his tip into your mouth, he let his head fall back on the couch with a groan. His hands tangling in your hair, you took as much of his length into your mouth as you could muster. Bobbing your head, you pressed your thighs together searching for your own relief. Not even trying to hold back, Shota’s loud and beautiful moans filled the room. 

Looking up at him as you choked up and down on his cock, Shota stammered, “Wanna fuck your face so bad.” 

Letting go of his cock with a pop, you said, “Why don’t you then?”

Within what felt like milliseconds, Shota had your nose pressed to his abdomen, cock deep in your mouth. Gripping tightly onto your hair with both hands, he pumped quickly in and out of your mouth, drool dripping down your chin. Despite the ‘take no bullshit’ front you liked to put up, you loved the feeling of being a fuck toy for the boy. As he continued relentlessly, his pace began to falter, signifying his approaching climax. Moans, skin against skin, and the sounds of gagging filled the room. 

“Fuck-,” Shota moaned. “I’m so close.”

As he tried to pull out of your mouth, you grabbed tightly onto his hips, warm cum spilling into your mouth and down your throat. Moaning extra-loudly, his body began to go limp as he rode his high. Pulling off of his cock, you swallowed the salty substance, coughing slightly. Sitting up, you wiped your chin and mouth with the back of your hand. Pushing on his thighs, you rose to your feet before sitting next to him on the couch. You felt a fire burning in your core, while adoration simultaneously filled your chest. Whatever confusion may have lingered about how the two of you each felt had vanished completely, overtaken by sheer lust. 

“Are you okay babe? That felt amazing,” Shota asked, genuine concern and care painted across his flushed face. Nodding rapidly, you laid your head on his chest. Pushing your head up, Shota looked into your eyes with what could only be described as pure desire. 

“You gonna let me fuck you for real now?” He asked, hands finding their way back to your chest. You whimpered as he took your sensitive nipples into his fingers. 

“Please.”

With that, Shota brought his lips to meet yours, kissing you aggressively. One hand played with your nipple while the other held onto your neck. He laid you down on your back, kicking his boxers and pants away. Hoving over you, the two of you continued to kiss and leave needy love bites all over each other. Kissing down your neck, Shota took your other nipple into his mouth, eliciting a desperate moan from you. 

“Mmm, so good, Shota,” You whimpered, tangling your hands in his blond hair. Letting his hand go off your nipple, he traced your curves down to your thighs. Slipping his hand between your legs, he suddenly pushed his hand hard against your core, a gasp escaping your lips. Letting go of your nipple with a pop, Shota chuckled. Sliding his hand up to your waistband, he looked up to meet your gaze with dark eyes. 

“Is it okay?” He asked, taking his lip between his teeth. You nodded breathlessly, desperately. “I need to hear you say it.” He stated. 

“Yes, please. Please,” You practically begged him.

Sliding his hand below the waistband of your pants, he slid your pants down to your ankles before tossing them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Admiring you laying there in front of him only in your underwear, his cock seemed to harden again, even more if it was possible. You felt shy laying there so vulnerable in front of him, his eyes scanning over your body as if he wanted to remember every detail of you. You couldn’t help but do the same of him; his brown eyes blown out with lust, blond hair sticking to his forehead, neck flushed red. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Shota teased, breaking you from your trance. You couldn’t help but grow shy at the comment, covering your face with your forearm and letting out a huff. 

“Maybe I will,” You retorted. “At least it’ll give me something pretty to look at later.”

Leaning down with a smile on his face, Shota connected your lips with his, his lips soft and plush. Bringing your hands to his neck, you ran your hands through the hair at the back of his head. Sliding his hand down your side, he intensified the kiss, lightly biting your bottom lip. 

Hovering over you on his knee, you couldn’t help but to try and rut down against his leg, desperate for any friction you could get. Breaking away from the kiss, he chuckled down at you. He knew you were getting antsy. Sitting up, he ran his hands up your thigh, watching goosebumps cover your legs. Sliding his hand over the wet spot on your underwear, a light moan escaped your lips. 

“Shota, please. I need you,” You begged him, eyebrows furrowing. 

“Patience,” Shota laughed, retracting his hand. Turning around briefly, you could hear him searching around through the side table, admiring his broad shoulders as he did. When he turned back around, he had a condom in his hand which he set beside you on the couch. 

Biting your lip as you looked up at him,“Please.”

With that, Shota gently tugged at the waistband of your underwear. Obliging his request, you lifted your hips off the couch. As Shota tossed your underwear off to God knows where, you could feel your desire grow. 

Leaning forward, Shota connected your lips in an intense kiss. As he did, he slid his hands between your legs, finding your clit quickly. Eyes rolling back in your head, you let out a moan. Though he was only thumbing at your sensitive bud, you swore you could see stars. You hadn’t realized just how badly you needed his touch all that time. Feeling his hand against your core, you felt like you could’ve come unraveled right then. 

Just then, though, Shota broke away from your kiss, sitting back on his knees. Ripping open the condom wrapper, he slid the condom down his hard length. As you moved your legs to each side of him, Shota carefully scooted towards you. 

Taking his cock in his hand, he traced the tip through your wet folds, sending a shiver down your spine. Spitting into his hand, he gave himself several pumps before biting his lip and looking up at your face. 

“If you need me to stop, you’ll tell me, right?” He asked, suddenly seeming more nervous than the boy who had just fucked your face minutes ago. 

“Promise, Shota,” You replied, reaching down to rub his arm. 

Looking up at his face, you gave him eyes as if to say ‘Just fuck me already’. Taking your hint, Shota lined himself up with your entrance, one hand holding onto your hip and the other pressing down on your stomach. Slowly sinking into your heat, you could feel the stretch and burn from trying to accommodate him. As he bottomed out, you reached your hand out grabbing for his, head thrown back. 

“Fuck-,” You muttered. Shota’s eyebrows furrowing, he eyed you cautiously. “Please, fuck me,” You demanded. 

Shota began to move at a slow pace first, gradually increasing his speed. Moving his hand from your stomach, he began to rub familiar circles in your core. As he did this, all you could feel was pure bliss, a warm feeling tingling throughout your body. 

The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, high pitched moans mixing with low grunts, couch shaking against the wooden floors. As you stared at the ceiling of his apartment, eyes half lidded, Shota moved his hands to your hip, desperate to get any leverage. Moving your own hands to rest on top of his, you couldn’t hold back the lewd noises spilling from your mouth. 

“Mmm- fuck, Shota,” You moaned, back arching. 

“Doing so good for me,” He stammered. 

You brought one of your hands to your own core, rubbing desperate circles in time with his thrusts, the other hand gripping tightly onto his. With each thrust of his hips, he hit a sweet spot deep within you. You could feel the coil inside you growing tighter with each second. 

As you felt yourself starting to lose control, it was evident that Shota was starting to lose control as well. His pace was faltering slightly, thrusts becoming messier, breath becoming shakier. His platinum hair was stuck against his forehead with sweat. 

“I- I’m so close,” You stuttered out, sweat dripping down your own face. 

“That’s it, doll,” Shota moaned, “come undone for me.”

With the sound of his moan, you felt the coil within you snap. Your whole body shook aggressively, legs instinctively closing around Shota, grasping for anything to hold on to. You could see white, your whole body going warm. 

Shota’s hands gripped your hips as tight as he could as his thrusts continued to falter. Biting his lip with eyes scrunched, you could see him approaching his own high. As you began to approach overstimulation, his own coil snapped, eyebrows furrowing and jaw dropped open. His hips shuttered, spewing streams of cum into the condom, nails digging into your hips. Coming to a halt, he collapsed on top of you. 

As you both struggled to catch your breath, Shota gently removed himself from you, tossing the condom away in the process. As Shota sat down at the end of the couch, you carefully sat up to join him, leaning against his chest. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, gently squeezing you in a hug. 

“That was amazing,” Shota commented. 

“You weren’t half bad yourself, twinkle toes.”

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We Need Practice - JJK (18+)

A Sequel to Novice.

Pairing: Pornstar!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: Fluff, smut

Wordcount: 2.1k+

Summary: Jungkook wants you to ride him and you are too bad at that.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, messy cock riding, cumming all over body, they are down bad for each other, more fluff than I intended to have, confessions. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

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“Don’t judge a book by its cover” 

You have heard this phrase for thousands of times in your entire lifetime but you have hardly had any chance of actually implying the same in your life. 

But then you met Jungkook and you understood how true that one sentence can be. 

Jeon Jungkook is the text-book definition of what those cliched bad-boys or fuckboys would look like. 

With a hand full of tattoos, silver rings dangling from piercings, impressively structured body and a small waist that could rival female models, he really looks like someone who would be fucking people and putting on a show out of it. 

And that is exactly what he does. 

Pornstar Jeon Jungkook is actually very notorious. 

But Jeon Jungkook as a person is a completely different story. 

After that one encounter at that porn movie set, he asked for your number and you complied with his request thinking of he could give you some of the best fucks of your life (not that you have had many fucks to brag about in the first place). 

If you are being honest, then you never expected him to be the sweetheart that he actually is. Since the day you two exchanged numbers, he never once asked if he could come over during god-forbidden hours of night. He never once asked for your nude pictures, neither did he ever force you to meet him. 

Rather he sends you funny dog videos, funny tik tok clips and asks you how was your day. And you can’t lie about the fact that your heart has already started acting strange, like it flutters everytime Jungkook’s name glows on your dark phone screen. 

It’s been more than a month since you have been chatting regularly and now you are getting a little impatient. 

As much as you appreciate his good-boy vibes, you would like to see him again, touch him again. 

So you do what you have been thinking of doing for more than a week now. 

“Sleeping?” you hit send, praying to the universe that he doesn’t find you a desperate bitch for what you are going to do. 

The clock reads 2:15 am already, and just then his reply arrives, “nah. Can’t sleep. What about you?” 

“Me too. Can’t sleep.” 

You take a deep breath before typing the next message, “do you wanna hangout?” 

Just when you are about to add “at my place” to complete your proposition, his reply hits your screen, “Send me your address. And wear something warm before I ask you to come out.” 

Wait. is he? Taking you out? 

Even though you were trying to ask for sex but this option feels even better to be honest. 

So you send him your address and he texts you that he will be there within 10 minutes. Wearing your gray padding, you wait for him to arrive at your place. 

Another positive point about Jeon Jungkook is that he is punctual. You might even call him a green flag because your phone dings with a “I am here” text right on 2:27 am. 

The scene that unfolds in front of you once you come out of your apartment, almost leaves your jaw hanging mid air. 

Jungkook has arrived with a bike, dressed in complete black. If you drooled a little at the sight then you would never admit that. 

Once he sees you awkwardly walking towards him, he takes off his helmet and welcomes you with one of his infamous bunny smiles. 

Your heart does a little flip inside your chest. 

His big doe eyes shine amid the darkness as if those are made of some priceless stone. At this moment it’s really tough to believe that he is a pornstar, who fucks people on camera to earn a living. 

“Hey. you look beautiful.” he greets you with a compliment when you come close to him. 

“You look even more handsome today.” you return his compliment genuinely. And at that, the tip of his ears turn red. 

“Ah thanks.” he replies shyly as he hands you a helmet. And gestures to you to mount his fancy bike. 

You take the helmet, slip that on your head and hold him by his shoulders to climb on his bike. 

Once you have settled, he revves the engine. 

“Hold me tightly” he says briefly before setting the bike in motion. You wrap your arms around his waist and hold him just as he asked you to. 

The deserted road, the trees whooshing by, the buildings that look peaceful, everything feels so beautiful. 

Maybe it’s because of the hour or maybe it’s because you are with someone you like. 

The bike comes to a halt at a crossing and you slide up the windshield of your helmet, “where are we going?” 

He looks at you through the mirror, slides his own windshield up and gives you another sickening smile, but doesn’t say anything. 

5 more minutes later he parks the bike beside a huge lake. 

It looks like a secluded area. The lake is mostly hidden amid big trees and surrounded by fishing spots and some benches. 

Jungkook spreads his hand before you once you both are standing side by side. 

You take the cue and place your hand on his. He intertwines his fingers with yours and you start blushing. Thanks to the darkness, he wouldn’t be able to witness it. 

Once you are sitting on a bench, Jungkook starts, “I often come here to fish with my hyungs. This is my first time coming here with a woman.” 

When you look at him, you find him already staring at you, “Really? You look like the type to have a lot of girlfriends, you know?” 

“Is it because of my profession?” there is a hint of sadness in his eyes. 

So you press on his hand, which is still intertwined with yours and say, “no. not because of that. It’s just that you are generally very attractive and charming, Jungkook.” 

His face brightens up with a beautiful smile, “Too bad, I was about to say the same about you. But you snatched my words.” 

Your eyes widen at his compliment, “You find me attractive?” 

“Why? Why are you so surprised? Is it wrong to find someone attractive?” he giggles, staring deep into your eyes. 

“No. Th-that’s not what I meant. I mean, you know, you work with far more attractive women than me. So.. it’s kind of unlikely actually.” you fumble with your words. 

Jungkook chuckles at your explanation, “they are just colleagues, Y/N. Just like any other profession, we have a strict business relationship. And honestly, they are not even my type. You, on the other hand, fit perfectly into the category of women I would love to date.” 

Your eyes go even wider at his confession, “you.. You want to date me?” 

“If you let me. If you trust me despite the nature of my profession… I would love to make you mine.” Jungkook breathes slowly, his eyes drop down to your lips. 

Before you can voice your answer, your intrusive thoughts win and you reach up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“I think I would love it too.” 

And then you find yourself being pulled by the back of your neck as Jungkook crashes his lips on yours. It’s passionate, it’s overwhelming, it’s so beautiful and you never felt anything close to this. 

He licks the seam of your lower lip asking you to grant him permission, you let him inside your mouth. 

His tongue probes into your mouth testing each corner, you moan into his mouth. His other hand wraps around your waist pulling you even closer. 

And then you feel one, two, three and then multiple drops of rain falling on you two. 

He detaches his lips from yours, “fuck. It’s raining.” 

“Let’s go back to my place.” you reply, trying to cover your heads with your hands. 

It’s been one of your bucket list wishes to ride a bike in the rain with the person you love and probably it’s going to come true today. 

You hold him tightly, pressing your chest on his back, not in a sexual, but in a loving manner. It starts raining heavily within a few minutes, and Jungkook quickens his speed to reach your destination as soon as possible. 

“Where are you going?” you place your question, seeing Jungkook putting on his helmet again after dropping in front of your apartment entrance. 

Even though the rain has turned into drizzle now, it still can be quite dangerous to drive a bike in this weather.  

“Home. Where else?” he adds a little sheepishly. 

“Jungkook, it’s still raining. I don’t think it’s any wiser to go home now, you’re drenched on top of that. Come inside. You can leave after the sunrise. If you want.. I mean.” you propose, he seems to think for a bit. 

“I don’t think I should go inside, Y/N.” Jungkook looks at the ground as if it’s more interesting than your face. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” you are truly confused now. 

“I might not be able to control myself…” his voice fades by the time he manages to end the sentence. 

“Did I say I want you to control?” you bite your lip, hoping that you don’t appear to be too desperate to him. 

His eyes go wider inside his bulky helmet. 

Jungkook pushes your naked body on the mattress. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking of how good you felt that day.” He groans while biting down on the skin of your neck. 

Your hands roam around the smooth skin of his back. Everytime you scratch his back, he moans a little. 

“So pretty, so delicate, so perfect for me.” Jungkook groans again. 

One of his hands reaches down, finding your clit within a moment. It’s as if he has studied the map of your body with earnest interest. 

Drawing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, he pulls out melodic moans out of your throat. 

“Jun-jungkook mmm..” you moan again. 

“Yes baby. Say my name again.” he urges you while entering your heat with his middle finger. His digit plunges inside you, making you see stars indoors. 

“Jungko- I’m close” you manage to voice somehow. And as soon as those words fly out of your mouth, he empties you. 

You look at him being dumbfounded. He smirks at you, knowing what exactly he has done. 

“I want you to cum on my cock. I am hard as hell, baby.” he confesses blatantly. 

Just when you are about to hold him, he flips you around. So, now you are sitting on his thighs.  

“I want you to ride me.” he adds a little breathlessly. And you almost choke on your own spit. 

“What? I-I don’t..” 

“I will guide you, Y/N.” he cuts you off. 

He helps you in taking off his slacks along with his underwear. Once he is naked, he holds you by your waist and lines your entrance along with his cock. 

“Are you ready?” he asks briefly. You nod in affirmation. And then he is sliding you down his length. 

At first his length is overwhelming but you adjust fast. 

“You should move now.” Jungkook’s voice is laced with lust, his eyes are hazy, making him look even more attractive than he already is. 

You honestly have no idea how to move. So you try to implement your visual experience. However, it’s tough once you start bouncing on his cock. Even though Jungkook is guiding you well, you are messy regardless. 

Your moves and Jungkook’s thrusts don’t match at all and the experience is nothing like that day. 

You really are a novice. 

Even though the friction is delicious for you, Jungkook’s expression tells that he is very underwhelmed. So, you start trying your best. With a few more bounces, you cum all over his cock, creaming it perfectly. 

As soon as you are done, Jungkook flips you around again. He slips out of you and starts playing himself. 

Even though you are in your post-orgasm haze, it’s embarrassing for you. You couldn’t help him finish and he had to take the charge himself. 

With a few more pumps, he cums all over your body. Starting from your face, to your stomach, everything gets creamed in his white hot seed. 

And it’s hot. He is hot. And you are pathetic. 

“I-I’m sorry. I know it was bad.” you manage to voice once Jungkook is done with himself. 

“You are not bad, baby. We just need more practice together.” and then he is sealing his lips with yours again. 

You certainly need more practice with him. 

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Can you do a Clark Kent, with a mate? Maybe she gets jealous of Lois but doesn’t know why; an to get over him she tries to go out with another guy but Clark is like no. Your mine.

.⋆｡Office Crushes｡⋆.

Alpha!Clark Kent x omega!plus size reader

Little bit of Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Your best friend has an office crush that seems to be becoming something more, maybe you should get your own office romance but not because you’re jealous- obviously

Warnings: a/b/o, jealousy, mutual pining, idiots in love, little bit of angst, protective!clark, fluff

WC: 3.1k

Minors DNI

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It was quite common for any office to have its workers develop a sort of infatuation with each other. A confined space where you spend upwards of 40 hours a week with the same people, feelings are destined to arise, especially when it’s such a large mixture of alphas, betas and omegas. Hormones tend to go wild.

You were proud that you had never developed an office crush, knowing how disastrous it could be if the relationship ended, but you doubted your best friend could say the same. Clark had a big heart that he always wore on his sleeve and tended to attract a lot of romantic interest from practically everyone in the office. And apparently, Lois Lane was the lucky one who finally caught his eye.

A strange churning in your stomach began as you looked over the wall of your cubicle and spotted Clark leaning on the small kitchen counter, head thrown back in laughter as Lois chuckled over her now full cup of coffee. You know you should have seen it from a mile away- they were constantly paired up for articles, their chemistry was unmatched and they were by far the most attractive people in the office. You had even teased Clark on occasion for how often he met up with her after hours for some new lead, calling them dates.

Evidently, you were right. And for some reason, it was really bothering you. You felt physical disgust as Clark bent down to whisper something into the smaller omega’s ear and down right nausea as she placed a hand onto his broad chest to steady herself.

You swallowed down the bitter emotions and forced yourself to return to editing your article though a sour taste remained on your tongue. Maybe it was finally time to get your own office crush and the perfect opportunity had just landed in your inbox.

‘Bruce Wayne Interview- I trust you’ll get this done professionally’. You bit your lip at the offer, not only would an interview with Gotham’s golden boy boost your career, but whenever you had encountered the alpha before, he had always asked you out and you had always brushed him off. It was a win-win for you, and maybe it would stop the inexplicable rage you felt when you looked up and saw the goofy grin on Clark’s face as he sat back down at his desk.

Your nose wrinkled as you caught Lois’s scent clinging to him. Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you quickly sent a response back to your boss, accepting the offer. 

You just needed a distraction and then everything would go back to normal.

——————

The tension in the conference room at the top of Wayne Enterprise was so thick you swore you could cut it with a butter knife. You cleared your throat and tugged down your pencil skirt, over-aware of just how high it sat on your plump thighs as you reclined in one of the many expensive seats in the room. 

Bruce’s eyes flicked down to where your hands were curled into the material of the skirt and then back to your eyes but not before stopping very briefly at your lips. “Mr Wayne-“ You began again, glancing at your notepad. The small talk had gone well as did the customary chit chat about any new scandal he happened to have instigated and the photos of the both of you for the article.

“Bruce please, I think we’re far beyond that now.” He winked and you swore that his tone held a bit of a teasing purr. Your stomach flipped at the blatant attention from the alpha but it quickly dropped as yet another wave of thick, bitter scent filled the room making you cringe away from the other man standing to the side.

Through a series of several unfortunate events, your usual photographer had fallen ill and his stand-in got hired from right under the company and left so the only person that even had the slightest bit of talent with a camera in the office was forced to come with you today for shots of the billionaire. And in the worst stroke of luck, that person happened to be the very man that ‘inspired’ you to take the job in the first place.

Clark shifted on his feet and you barely repressed an eye roll. He had been very vocal in his disapproval of the whole thing given how often the mogul had put the moves on you but none of his arguments had done anything to deter you, instead they only fuelled the fire.

Bruce’s jaw clenched and you watched in fascination as the muscles beneath his skin moved, although they were not nearly as impressive as Clark’s (you would never admit that out loud). “Well Bruce,” He beamed at you, “Wayne Enterprises has just introduced a new product line that promises to ease the severe heats often experienced by omegas, my question for you is, what about this product is so different from all others on the market that promise the same things yet all others have failed?”

The alpha leaned back in his seat, his muscular thighs spreading slightly, instantly drawing your gaze to the thick bulge that was perfectly hugged by the material of his pants. Your eyes immediately flicked back up to him but given the smirk on his lips, Bruce knew exactly what he was doing. 

“I’m actually quite proud of my team for this, they’ve worked tirelessly on development for years and I believe that it really shows. While other products are usually prescribed by doctors in the forms of ointments and perfumes that mimic the scent of an alpha, which almost never work by the way, we have gone in a totally new direction. Instead, omegas can buy these pouches at any pharmacy and when heated, they give off the scent of a pup.” Bruce gestured to the small bags that were barely the size of your palm that sat on the table next to him. They gave the appearance of a miniature version of a microwavable heat pack but he was right, if you concentrated hard enough, you could smell the mixture of milk and flowers that all babies had.

“It is common knowledge that the presence of pups actually help to lessen the effects of a heat whereas the scent of an alpha is far more complex to manufacture and can actually make an omega’s heat worse if they don’t have any other-“ he paused then, his smirk growing as the room seemed to grow smaller, “-tools to help them through it.” You barely suppressed a squeak and quickly ducked your head as if you were checking your notes once more.

You gathered yourself for a moment then spoke again, missing the way that Clark was glaring at the other alpha over your shoulder. “And how affordable are these products?”

“Wayne Enterprises are donating 2 million to women’s shelters throughout Gotham and we plan to sell them for less than $10.” As if anticipating your next question, Bruce licked his lips and continued. “While it is not feasible to gain a profit from such a low price, I would rather give them away to the people that need it but I do have a board that I have to listen to… sometimes.” He winked at you.

Heat crawled up your neck and settled onto your full cheeks. You squeezed your thighs together though you weren’t quite sure if it was because you were attempting to feign arousal or keep him from looking up your skirt. You laid a hand onto your notebook, shutting off your recorder, as you leaned forwards and offered him your other one. “Thank you for being so open to this interview, you have been a hard man to pin down.”

You could feel the way Clark’s body seized as Bruce’s smirk grew and his eyes twinkled deviously. “If it’s by you miss Y/L/N, I would gladly be pinned down any time.” He shook your hand with a firm grip, letting the tips of his fingers brush against your wrist. “For an interview that is.”

He rose to his feet and politely helped you to yours, steadying you with a hand on your waist as you wobbled on your heels. Once he was sure that you were steady, he ducked down and grabbed one of the unopened boxes of Heat Helpers (quite the cheesy name in your opinion) and gave it to you, along with a small piece of cardstock. “Why don’t you take this, a thank you for a great conversation.”

You flipped over the piece of paper to reveal a phone number scrawled on in pen. You gave him a questioning look to which he chuckled. “My number, if you ever want to have a one-on-one with me, with or without the tape recorder.” 

You swallowed thickly and stuttered out some kind of polite response before Clark ushered you out of the room, muttering under his breath about being in a time crunch. You were barely able to catch one last, “Anytime miss Y/L/N” before the heavy door slammed shut and you were quite literally pushed into the awaiting elevator by your friend.

As soon as the doors were shut, you were on him. “What was that all about?” You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a scrutinising look. Clark refused to make eye contact with you, instead he stared at the elevator doors like he was willing them to open.

“He was flirting with you.” You rolled your eyes and looked away from the tall alpha. “And you let him.”

“So what? He’s attractive and available, as am I. It was only natural.” Clark’s shoulders tensed, his grip on his camera tightening until his knuckles turned white. The confined space was now filled with a bitter scent that made your stomach drop and your omega howl in displeasure.

“Why are you so concerned about this, Clark?”

The elevator doors opened with a ping and he quickly walked out. “It’s nothing.” He said and you knew you weren’t going to get anything else out of him until he decided he was done throwing a tantrum.

——————

“So have you called him?” Lois was leaning against the bar next to you, her drink half empty but the flush on her cheeks told you that it wasn’t the first one of the night. 

“Called who?” She rolled her eyes like it was obvious.

“Bruce Wayne! He obviously wants you too, I saw the photos Clark took. He’s fucking—what’s the word— enamoured!” You scoff behind your tumbler of whiskey which you had been nursing since Perry gave it to you an hour ago. The whole office had gathered at the bar down the road for an end-of-workweek drink and against your better judgement, you had decided to join.

Clark had been convinced into joining a game of pool, leaving you without anyone to talk to but it’s not like he would anyway. For some stupid reason, the alpha had been giving you the silent treatment for days and it was really starting to piss you off. You regarded Lois with a look but she was far too tipsy to get it.

“He was just flirting, he does it with everybody.” You dismissed it but she scoffed.

“Then why did he ask Perry for your personal number?” Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. “Clark didn’t tell you?” Evidently, your wide open mouth and lack of a verbal response told her everything she needed to know. Suddenly, Lois was very sober, a serious expression on her face.

“We were in a meeting with Perry the day after the interview and Wayne just strolled in like he fucking owned the place. He said how great you were and that he was hoping to get your number for a follow-up interview sometime soon. Clark said he would handle it, I assumed that he would have talked to you.” Her gaze travelled over to said man. “Shit I guess he didn’t.”

You slammed back the rest of your drink and without any sort of conscious thought, stormed over to the group of men huddled around the pool table. “Where the fuck do you get off Kent?” You snarled. Immediately all of the men seemed to find their phones incredibly interesting.

“I’m sorry?” He asked in that way too polite way he did that really meant ‘what the fuck is the matter with you’ but you were having none of it.

“Why didn’t you tell me Bruce asked for my number?” 

“There’s a lot of Bruces in the world, you’ll have to be more specific.” He dismissed.

Anger flared in your gut. “You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about.” You snarled, making Clark stand up straight and meet your eyes. In the dim light of the bar, his expression was far darker than you had ever seen before as aggravation rolled off of his powerful body in waves. “You had no right to keep something like that from me!”

“I had every right! He was just going to use you and then never talk to you again! I was protecting you!” 

“I didn’t ask you to!” The bar went completely silent as Clark visibly flinched but you were far too upset to care. “You know what, I’m done.” You raised your hands in surrender as you turned and pushed through the stunned crowd, your anger slowly trickling away into sadness.

The night air was like a punch in the gut but it also eased the tenseness in your shoulders. Taking a deep breath, you willed yourself not to cry. It wasn’t like you were in love with Bruce, but even if you were, Clark’s blatant disapproval of him and his distrust in your decisions made you feel incredibly small. And it was breaking your heart.

He was your best friend, he was supposed to be supportive if not a little teasing about your choice in men. He was supposed to console you when things went wrong, not say ‘I told you so’. Why did he get to control your love life while you could only sit back and watch him fall in love with someone else?

Your feet carried you further and further from the bar as the urge to sob was quickly becoming overwhelming. “Y/N!” You turned in time to see Clark throw open the door, the light from inside spilling out onto the street as he endeavoured to chase you.

“Leave me alone!” You cried or at least tried to, but then suddenly, the air was knocked from your lungs and you were looking up at the stars.

The shrill screech of a speeding car came from somewhere on your left as bright headlights illuminated the mass of a man above you before the sound was in the distance and darkness folded over you both. His weight kept you pinned to the slightly damp grass and you had the vague thought that you must be in a park of some kind, even though just a second ago you were standing on a sidewalk- or was it the street?

“Are you okay?” That was Clark’s voice but he had been so far away from you. “Omega?” He sounded distressed and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.

“Say something!” His huge hands were planted by your head and it was only when one of them cupped your cheek did you find your voice again.

“Clark?” His whole body sagged with relief and he let his forehead rest against yours.

“Thank god. I thought I didn’t get to you in time. The car came out of nowhere and you were so close.” You turned your head away from him, your eyes focusing on the bar… that was across the street… a block away. The glint of something in the grass catches your attention, Clark’s glasses. 

He looked so different without them and all your confused mind could think was just how blue his eyes were when they were unobscured by the glass. 

His button up shirt which was normally so perfectly done up was unbuttoned, exposing the tight material of something navy beneath. “What?” But you couldn’t get out anymore, not when he shifted his weight, exposing even more of what was covered by his shirt and you were stunned into silence.

The red ’S’ practically glowed as realisation dawned into you. His brows scrunched in confusion, following your gaze. “I- I can explain.” Your head spun as he yanked you to your feet, though his hands never left your skin like he needed the reassurance that you were still there.

“I was going to tell you but then I realised how much danger it would put you in and if you were hurt in any way because of me, I couldn’t even stand the thought. And then we had known each other for months and Lois said you would feel betrayed so I kept it a secret-“ You placed an open palm onto his chest, stopping him in his tracks. His mouth snapped shut with a click.

“Is this why you were acting so weird about Bruce? You thought he would hurt me because of you?” Your voice wobbled with emotions as your nails dug into his warm peck. 

Clark’s growl was shocking in its intensity. The vibrations shot up your arm as the ground shook beneath your feet with its power. “No, he would never even dare to fucking touch you. He knows who you belong to.” Your heart skipped a beat, this possessiveness was nothing you had ever seen from the soft-spoken reporter before. You knew that you should find it disgusting considering how he had been treating you but instead your veins filled with warmth.

“And who is it that I belong to? There’s no claiming mark on my neck.” His grip on your hips tightened which should have been a warning but the anger was quickly returning now that the foggy haze of danger had passed. “If I can remember correctly, you’ve been courting Lois, not me.”

“I’ve been asking her for advice on how to ask you out!” He said, exasperated. “I just couldn't find the perfect time to do it.”

“You’re an idiot.” You retorted before grabbing his black curls in a tight grip and yanking his mouth to yours. His body tensed but then quickly melted into you, groaning against your lips. 

Maybe you did have an office crush but it’s not like you’d actually admit it.

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re an anomaly from another universe. You’re not dangerous though, so Miguel’s made the executive decision to keep you around until more dangerous criminals are caught and sent home first. Unless that’s not the only reason he’s decided to keep you around…

Content warnings: dub-con, voyeurism, masturbation, obsessive!Miguel

WC: ~1k

AN: Y’all this is so unedited but I wanted to write smut for this man so I did! If y’all like it I can post a second, smuttier part.

MDNI

“Here.” You drop a small plastic bin of chocolate chip cookies in front of Miguel. As a peace offering. No, really.

Miguel raises his right eyebrow in question. He doesn’t even answer you anymore. The other Spider-people go about their day in the cafeteria, having seen this scene time and time again.

Every day for the past two weeks since you were suddenly teleported to Nueva York and promptly labeled an anomaly, you’ve been practically begging Miguel to send you home. He’s declined every time.

This is pretty much how the conversation goes each time:

“Miguel, I think I should—“

“No. We have to send the most dangerous anomalies back to their universe first—“

“I’m dangerous! I’m plenty dangerous.”

“The only thing you’ve maimed, tortured, and killed in the past month is a flippin’ houseplant. You’re staying.”

You see how frustrating this man is?

So you’ve decided that maybe bribery— sorry, a peace offering— will work better. Hence, the cookies.

“Maybe if you eat something sweet you’ll stop being so bitter and stubborn all the time,” you smile tightly. “Then you’ll find it in your heart— the one that shrunk three sizes— to let me go home.”

“I appreciate the offering— though you could use some more creativity in your approach— but just know that these won’t get you home.” He pries open the container and lifts one to his mouth before moaning in delight. “These are delicious. Thank you,” he said, sucking the melted chocolate off of his thumb. His overly enthusiastic groans were clearly a tactic to piss you off, and it worked.

You simmer in anger as he smirks while chewing his cookie. You try to snatch the bin back, but he moves it out of your way.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, pushing up from the small table he was sitting at and leaning down to whisper near your ear. “No take-backsies.”

He flustered you, and he knew it. He laughed as he walked away. You stuttered a retort in embarrassment, but he didn’t even have the decency to turn around.

“Ugh, I hate that guy,” you stomped in anger. You muttered several curses before you turned around to leave, only to see several wide-eyed Spideys staring at you in concern. This is why you wait until after you’re alone to throw a tantrum— it scares the locals. Whoops. “Uhh, carry on. My bad. Enjoy your lunch!”

You quickly walk away, feeling defeated. But it doesn’t matter, you’ve got nothing but time. You’ll catch him when he’s sleeping. He’s gotta be more amenable then.

Later

“You know, just for the record, I think you going to his room this late at night is a terrible idea,” Lyla warned as she flitted between standing and reclining with her arms crossed behind her neck.

“Well I think him keeping me here is a terrible idea. I guess we’re all full of them.”

“Seriously—“

“Lyla I don’t care! I’ve got a family to get back to. Friends, a life. I don’t care how fine that man is, I’m going back home. Tonight, preferably.”

“Whatever, it’s your funeral.” She acquiesced before disappearing into the ether, just as you arrived at his door.

“Wait, Lyla! Open the door.” Without a response, the door opened. “Thanks, Lyla.”

You walked in to the large room to see Miguel sitting up in a chair near the center of the room.

“Miguel, you need to listen to me—“

The sight that met you was so shocking you had to take it in one part at a time.

First, You see Miguel’s side profile as he faces the wall to the left of you. He’s breathing heavy, chest heaving as his hand vigorously moves up and down his— oh. Maybe you came at the wrong time.

With the sudden awkwardness that’s overtaken you, you look somewhere else, anywhere else, only to find the source of what he’s staring at— a video, no, porn. The second piece of the puzzle, you take in the video’s content. First, you just see flashes of skin and hear soft grunts and moans emanating from the screen. But then you realize, the voices sound familiar, really familiar. Then it hits you.

It is you.

And him. The both of you together. And that realization connects all the pieces of the puzzle together. He’s keeping you here, on purpose.

Your eyes dart back to Miguel, who has now abandoned his video in favor of the live view he has right in front of him. He’s shirtless but he still has some grey sweats on, pushed down just enough that he can jerk off. His hands move desperately over his cock, aborted grunts and breathy moans coming out sporadically.

He turned his head to the side, his cheeks flushed and his eyes narrowed with desire. You were frozen, stuck in time. Miguel kept stroking his cock while staring into your eyes. He did this right up until his orgasm overtook him, throwing his head back and jerking his hips upward as he called out your name.

His cum spurted out in waves, once, twice, three times. It was thick and opaque and made a mess all over his lower stomach. He sighed and sank back into his chair.

“Did you enjoy the show?” His voice is low and heady as he calls out to you. It takes you a moment to respond, because admittedly you’re still staring at his— well, his everything, dick included. Still It was a very, very nice, thick, veiny d—“Am I interrupting?”

His teasing knocks you out of your reverie.

“I-I should go.” You said. You’re starting to realize that Lyla might have been right. Maybe you should’ve waited until the morning. You start backing up to leave but Miguel shakes his head and the door shuts behind him.

“No, no, no. See, that’s your problem. You’re always trying to leave,” he chastises.

He stalks towards you, like you’re prey. You move backwards until your back hits the door. He reaches over you, placing an arm over your head and his index finger under your chin, lifting it upwards. He bends down, close enough that you can see even minute details of his face.

He narrows his eyes as he bares his fangs.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere batfam with a sick reader?

Yes but sick reader who is still defiant because hello, they kidnapped you?????

Reader is just glaring at them with tired eyes and a red nose as they once again tuck her under the covers, Dick is highly worried as he frets over you like a mama hen because he did have a heart attack when he caught you standing in front of your open window, where "harsh" gusts of cold air were "attacking your fragile form", so of course, he had to drag you in and wrap his arms around you, rub his cheek against you because he NEEDS to warm you immediately, lest you die of hypothermia.

Yes, Dick overreacts. And yes, Damian will accompany his brother in his delusions, or well, take any chance he gets to scold you.

"You should be in bed, Y/n." Damian said sternly, his eyes narrowed because how dare you worry his favourite brother like this. "Didn't Dick tell you to rest? Are you that incapable of following simple commands?"

You narrowed your eyes back at him, opening your mouth to say something mean but got cut off by your own coughing fit, making Dick rush to help you drink some water, rubbing your back along it. Your throat felt scractchy, and it hurt to speak, but you still wanted to convey your feelings so-

You flipped him off. For a nano second, because Dick immediately grabbed your hand and tucked it back under the covers while Damian's eyes widened at you disrespect, but before he could make any more gremlin noises, but Bruce walked in and Damian knew better than to complain to him about you when youre already sick, cause Bruce wouldve still favoured you.

"Y/n? How do you feel now?" Bruce asked, his voice gentle as he walked closer to where Dick was throwing away your mountain of tissues.

"Im fine. I wanna go out-" "No." "And why not?" "Because youre sick." "You may be Batman, but youre not a doctor!" "I am your father though."

No, youre not. You wanted to say, but knew that would only piss him off and you need to be on his good side if you want Dick and the others to be off your back so that you can escape.

"Whats her temperature?" Bruce asked Dick, who put a thermometer in your mouth quickly. Dick sighed as he told Bruce how you were out of bed and standing in your balcony in the cold just moments ago.

Bruce placed a palm over your forehead, and you tried to move away but there wasnt really any space or energy for you to do that. Bruce's eyes shifted the slightest bit at your burning forehead. "Why do you insist on getting out of bed and sleeping on the floor? Ive already had to pick you up 3 times in the past 2 days."

You pulled out the thermometer and glared at him. "Im fine. Its just sniffles." Bruce's lip quirked a little. You looked absolutely adorable in your delirious state, like an angry kitten.

"I dont think its just sniffles this time. And-" Bruce pulled the thermometer from your hands that you were hiding under the covers. "-dont hide the thermometer from me." His eyes scanned it and the twitch in his brow was enough for Dick to know that the number was too high.

Bruce then eyed the cough syrup next to your side table- its still full.

"Why havent you been taking your medicine?"

"Im not sick-"

"White paint has more color than you do right now. So why havent you been taking the medicine?" Bruce asked and even though he was a little annoyed, he had enough practice dealing with the other kid's rebellious phases to have the patience of a saint.

You shrugged. "How do I know its just cough syrup and not a sedative?" "It is a sedative too. Its supposed to make you sleepy." "Well, I dont wanna sleep and let my guard down in a house full of 5 strange men." You obviously never counted Alfred- hes the only normal one here- except for the part that he wont call the cops for you, but oh well.

Bruce just casted a look to Dick and before you knew it, Dick was pinching your nostrils close and titling your head up while Bruce grabbed the syrup and poured some in your mouth before clamping his hand over it. You struggled to break free, but you were obviously no match to them. Still, tears of frustration pricked your eyes as you looked at them in betrayal and hatred.

"Drink this and dont argue with me, please." Bruce said- well, he genuinely requested at this point.

You didnt have much of a choice other than swallowing it.

With a defiant glare, you begin closing your eyes as your body gave into the effects of the drug, the last thing that you felt were Bruce kissing your forehead while Dick pecked your cheek.

Jason finally decides to drop by the Wayne manor, only to be greeted with the sight of reader lying on the kitchen floor. His heart stopped for a moment- you werent breathing-

"Y/n!" He rushed to your side, only to be smacked in the face by you.

"Shush. Dont be too loud." Your voice sounded like sandpaper against rocks.

Jason huffed. "Well, sorry for freaking out. I thought you were dead-"

"From a cough? Im not weak."

"Yeah? So, what exactly are you doing on the cold floor in the middle of the night?"

"..."

"Well?"

"What? So I cant even take a nap in this house? Jesus Christ, am I allowed to have any autonomy here?"

"Y/n." Jason called, clearly unamused by your sarcasm.

"Fine. I may have fallen and then didnt have the energy to get up, so im just catching my breath here."

"Why are you even out of bed?"

"I was hungry and Im not gonna drink another spoon of Alfred's bland soup again." Alfred made it bland on purpose so that your throat wouldnt be irritated.

"Please stop wasting whats left of your voice on complaints of the soup that you cant even taste." Jason chuckled as he picked you up, only for you to push at his chest weakly.

"I dont need your help. I can walk on my own."

Jason quirked a brow. "If you can make it to the front door without fainting or throwing up, I'll help you escape." You stared at the front door- it wasnt too far, but judging by the fact that its even hard for you to breathe properly and that youve fainted way too many times by just standing for more than a couple of minutes.

But youre stubborn. With great effort, you pushed yourself off Jason and used the kitchen island to pull yourself up. Jason decided to walk in front of you and stand near the kitchen exit because he really wanted to see your struggling face.

You took a trembling step, then another, one hand still using the support of the island until it ended and you were only a couple of feet away from Jason. At this point, you were already out of breath and when you took another step, your legs gave out and the room began spinning.

Luckily, Jason was quick to react. "Alright, just place your arm around mine- or just fall on me, that works too." He teased when you couldnt hold your body weight.

You slumped in his arms. "Just take me to my room." You huffed.

"Alright." Jason lifted your legs up and carried you back up the stairs. "You know you'd get better a lot faster if you just stayed in bed and took your medicine on time. Wouldnt that make your chances of escaping the manor better?"

You stared at him blankly. "Wow. The world must be ending for Jason Todd to be making logical suggestions."

Jason rolled his eyes as he tucked you in bed. "Im just saying, if you get better faster, you'll get to try running from us quicker too."

How do you explain to him that you just dont want to comply to them, even when they're helping you. How do you explain that you dont wanna listen to them because the soft pitiful, patronising look they get in their eyes when they look at you makes you wanna scream and carve your skin out. These are strangers, rich men who just kidnapped you to be a part of their family. No one is that kind. And nothing ever comes for free. Nothing.

"Do you need something? Food, perhaps?" Jason asked. You shook your head. "No, I think Im gonna throw up."

"Oh shit." Jason was hauling his ass out of the room t get you a bucket, only to return with a backpack.

You barely held your puke as you asked. "Wait- whose is this?"

"I dont know!? Damian's?!"

You grinned. "Oh, perfect." You proceeded to throw up into Damian's bag. That little shit just got on your nerves.

BONUS:

"I know you have attachment issues with your blanket but its been a couple of days now and you need to let me wash it." Dick said, trying to tug it out of your grip.

You sniffled and glared. "Im not a child who needs their blankie, Dick. Im just too cold without it and no other blanket can warm me up the same way it does."

"Give the blankie, Y/n." Dick said seriously.

"Its not a blankie." You retorted, but before you could react, Tim suddenly grabbed you while Dick ripped away the blanket. And even though he immediately replaces it with a clean blanket, you still let out a gut wrenching cry

"You'll have it back tomorrow-" Tim starts saying, only for you to sneeze directly in his face, making him freeze.

"And that's why we use tissues." Dick says, wiping both your nose and Tim's face with tissues, while you're not making any effort to suppress the grin that comes on your lips.

[sugurufic]

Co-Parenting with Suguru

AU where Geto didn't kill the entire village but adopted Nanako and Mimiko (I love mommy geto)

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Geto is able to adopt Mimiko and Nanako with your help, and how the girls with Gojo set you two up. Acquaintances to lovers, idiots who care for each other. (pure fluff, and i've tried to avoid using y/n)

You wouldn't say you and Geto were good friends, but when you were asked to testify on his behalf in front of the higher ups, you readily agreed. You were tasked to look after the twin girls he had brought back from the village and they were the sweetest little girls you had ever met. Even if Geto had killed those villagers, you couldn't blame him - they were torturing two innocent souls on problems caused by their own vices. 

Shoko and Gojo couldn't testify to Geto's character - everyone knew they were practically joint at the hip - the three of them are always together. You were closer to Utahime  your senpai, known to not like Gojo and Geto very much. With whatever casual conversations you had had with Geto, you hadn't really found a reason to dislike him. And hearing Nanako and Mimiko call him “Geto-Sama” in their sweet little voices only helped in solidifying your high opinion of him.

You heard their narration of the night and how Geto with his incredible bangs and magic powers stopped the evil people hurting them and took him away and dropped them into your arms.

“Do you really think any of those could be trusted with kids?” Geto asked. You snorted in response and gladly accepted to take care of the two lovely little girls.

“Your Geto-Sama will be right back with you,” you promised the girls while closing the buttons of your uniform. “I will be back in a bit. I've got dolls for the both of you,”

“Thank you,” they tell you, adding “sama” to your name. You blush but don't say anything, having already told them to not address you as such multiple times over the couple of days.

“I don't believe that Geto-San could have gone out of his way to hurt those people. In fights with curses, collateral damage is always there, and Geto had two little sorcerers to take care of. I think we can excuse him this time.” You said when you were asked to speak.

“I don't see anything wrong with letting Geto-San take care of the two girls. They clearly trust him much more than anyone else, after how horribly they were treated by the village. I pitch on his behalf, that he would take utmost care of the two sorcerers under his care.” You said when the question for their custody arose.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” Geto said bowing in front of you once the elders were done with the hearing. They had dismissed everyone else to discuss the matter.

“You've got some lovely girls to parent now, Geto-san,” you say, returning his charming smile. “Are you sure you are ready to be a parent?”

“Not really, no,” He admits. “I will try my best though,” 

“Oh they are such lovely girls, I have half a heart to keep them for myself,” You fawn, feeling suspiciously giddy. “If you ever need a babysitter-”

“I will definitely call you,” Geto nods with a smile on his beautiful face. He has always been beautiful, but today with his hair half-up, half-down, he looks especially charming. He rushes away on hearing footsteps and you walk the short distance to the dormitories. 

“Hello girls!” You excitedly enter your room, holding out a bunch of cookies in your hands, thanks to Utahime. “The final decision of the higher ups will come later today, but Geto should be free to see you,” You give them the stack of cookies and then seeing the styled dolls add, “Do you girls like dressing up?”

You smile with the way their eyes widen with excitement and open your humble wardrobe in the dormitory, giving them access to everything they'd need to get dressed up. They decide to dress you up instead, and the three of you are full of giggles as they take your makeup and freely draw on your face - and be surprisingly good at it. You play some of your favourite music, which the girls seem to enjoy and then they paint your nails. They dress you in your best clothes and you love the way they've styled you.

There's still a long time left before the higher ups will announce the decision, so you take the girls out shopping to distract them. Fortunately, your income as a sorcerer allows you to have the freedom to spoil your girls - and you love it to an alarming extent. Mimiko and Nanako have got excellent taste, you'll credit them that - they pick out the cutest dresses for each other and coloured lip balms that compliments each other's hair well. You encourage them to change into their new clothes in the mall itself  and take so many pictures of them and with them - and you are almost sad at the thought of letting Geto have them, but that's something you will be sad for later.

You've lost track of time at the mall, and when you get back it's already twilight. The girls had a lovely day, and they are still buzzing with excitement when you enter. 

Geto is sitting on your bed, in a semi-clear spot with almost all of your stuff on it - from the whirlwind that dressed you earlier. 

“Geto-Sama!” The girls scream with delight and kneel down in front of him with bows, showing how grateful they were to him - he motions them to get up and hugs them both simultaneously, but his foxy eyes hold your gaze as he says, “Mimiko and Nanako can live with me, from now.”

Your body reacts to the news faster than your mind, and you've already planted a kiss on his cheek and have your arms wrapped around him before you realise what you have done. A crimson blush colours his face along with your lipstick as he thanks you, his voice softer and breather than usual.

Your whole body heats up when you see the colour of your lipstick on his cheek  and the way he makes no attempt to wipe it off his flushed cheeks as Mimiko and Nanako look up at him with glittering eyes. 

You hear your name from Nanako’s mouth, noting the “sama” she had added yet again. Geto's eyes are affectionate as he hears them gush to him about you, about the fun they had with you. 

While Mimiko is in Geto's arms, Nanako makes her way into yours and you feel silly for tearing up. You hug her close to your chest, feeling her little arms around your shoulders. “Thank you for bringing back Geto-Sama,” Nanako whispers to you. You pat her head and plant a gentle kiss on her cheek, now mindful of the transferring lipstick.

The sound of a camera clicking snaps the four of you out of the trance, and you find the Gojo Satoru standing at the threshold of your room, clicking pictures of the four of you. “Suguru, you get a girlfriend and daughters and you forget all about your best friend,” He tuts, dramatically putting a hand over his chest, his icy blue eyes peeking from behind his sunglasses.

Gojo gasps on seeing the lipstick mark on Suguru’s cheek and takes out his phone to snap even more pictures of a blushing Suguru. “You forgot to mention things were this serious!” He says, mock offended.

“Gojo/Satoru, shut up!” You and Geto speak simultaneously.

“You're even saying the same things now,” Gojo sighs like an old man. Mimiko and Nanako burst out into a fit of giggles. “You agree with your godfather, Satoru, right girls?”

“Godfather? Where did that come from?” You ask, scrunching up your nose.

“Well it was gonna be Suguru as mother and myself as the father but now you've taken in as their mother and Suguru as their father so I've got to take the next best thing-!”

You hit him upside his white-haired head, veins on your forehead popping out with irritation at his words. Gojo rubs the top of his head muttering something under his breath. “This is why I always stay with Utahime Senpai,” you say, making Suguru and the twins laugh.

“Get him, girl!” Geto cheers you on.

“I won't give you Nanako and Mimiko if you continue to be roommates with him,” you declare, narrowing your eyes at Geto.

“I'm renting a place outside Jujutsu Tech,” Geto confesses with a sigh.

“WHAT-?” You and Gojo both yell in shock.

“It's for the best,” He says.

“You’re taking my girls away from me!” You complain, hand on your chest. “This is so unfair, Geto-kun. How will I see them now?”

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It's been a couple of weeks, and the twins have adjusted well to Tokyo. You've adjusted too, opting to spend your time with them rather than with anyone else. Gojo keeps teasing you relentlessly, not even bothering to stop when the teachers are around. You've grown closer to Suguru as well, spending most of your off-time with him. Shoko has become your refuge now, with Utahime leaving for Kyoto.

It's one of your lazy Sundays, and you wake from your and the twins afternoon nap. They are snuggled to either side of you, and it’s unbearably hot but you don't dare move; admiring their serene, sleeping faces. Your left eye twitched at the thought of the torture your girls were subjected to by those foolish villagers, blood boiling once again.

You reach for your phone instead, going through some old photos. You've scrolled down to when the girls were living with you, a picture of the three of you with matching white bows in your hair when the door quietly opens, and Suguru quietly enters with a pitcher of water and some glasses. He chuckles at your grateful face, pouring out some water for you. You gulp down the water, your overheated body giving out a sigh of relief when the cold water hits your stomach. 

“It's time to wake them up,” He whispers, leaning down to your laying form.

“I don't really want to,” you whisper to him, pleading, not looking away from his pretty dark eyes. “Five more minutes?”

“Okay,” He relented with a sigh, sitting beside Nanako. You think of how different he is now, different from when he is exorcising curses and when he is with Gojo. You also find yourself liking this side of him, that only his girls got to see. And you, one of his girls. 

“Have you thought about their schooling?” You ask, voice quieter than a mouse. Geto lays down, facing you.

“I’ll have them homeschooled,” He replies just as quietly, frowning.

“That’s boring,” You say. “How will they adjust to the outside world? We can’t always be with them.”

“I’m terrified of the curses getting -”

“Teach them to defend themselves, just a little.” You suggest. “You know they can’t rely on others, they will need to learn to keep each other safe.”

Nanako stirs between the two of you, mumbling a hushed “papa,” under her breath as she snuggles into Geto. You fawn all over this, his pretty eyes wide and looking at you, seeking assurance. A gentle smile graces his beautiful face as he caresses the girl’s caramel hair and you have to resist the urge to pull his silky hair out of the bun and run your fingers through them. You opt to lightly pat Mimiko’s dark head instead, and she snuggles into you mumbling, “mama,”

Admittedly, you’ve teared up a little and you excitedly turn to Geto, who is giving you his prettiest smile that you’ve ever seen. In this little moment, you can pretend to be a happy family, living in a rose-coloured dream.

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Suguru loves spending time with his girls, and it’s even more delightful when you join in. He especially loves it now that you’ve practically moved in - the guest room slowly filling up with your scent and trinkets. He enjoys taking all of you out to different spots in the city - the parks, the malls, cute cafes and even back to Jujutsu Tech, occasionally. 

Suguru wonders if the two of you could even be friends if not for Mimiko and Nanako - just adding to a long list of things that he was grateful for from that night. Your easy smile and sparkling eyes and the way you shower his girls with your love and care just keeps on adding to all the things he admires about you. He half wishes Satoru’s mindless teasing to become a reality, but he lacks the courage.

Currently, he’s sitting on the floor with Nanako behind him, brushing his hair out and Mimiko sitting beside her twin, acting as her inventory. He’s in pure bliss, and the only thing that can make this better is your presence.

Soon enough there is a knock on the door, and Suguru feels bad for hoping it’s you. Of course, he enjoys your company, but you deserve a chance to live freely and not spend every waking hour with him. Satoru and Shoko are there instead, with amazing takeout for Friday evening.

Satoru spoils his self-proclaimed goddaughters (Suguru wouldn’t trust anyone else, either) with the best of everything. Shoko loves teaching them new things, reading, maths, curses, the human body - everything watered down to suit their tender young age.

The four of them play board games while Suguru does the laundry, putting the clothes on the drying line. Usually, you would be here helping him with the clothes, words flowing easily between the two of you. 

He's distracted from laundry when he hears Satoru call your name followed by a whistle, then yelling, “I can't really blame Suguru, you look so hot!” He hears your grumble something, and then Mimiko and Nanako’s excited cheers on your appearance. “You had a date?!” Satoru says again, his voice loud and surprised.

Suguru’s heart feels heavy, and he makes his way to the rest leaving half of the clothes in the dryer. 

“It wasn't really a date honestly.” You complain. “That guy had no manners! Chewing with his mouth open and not even using the napkins properly! And he barely asked me anything, kept on boasting about himself - it was boring.”

Suguru feels half guilty for the way his chest relaxes, but his breath is taken away as soon as he sees you - you are always beautiful, but you look especially pretty with your brown leather skirt and black jumper. Your jewellery compliments your complexion, and your hair looks perfect. And he has to agree with Satoru- you look hot.

“Where's Suguru?” You ask, looking around.

“Right here,” He says, coming to stand beside you.

He loves the way your eyes sparkle - the lids decorated to match the outfit and a delighted glimmer in your eyes.

“So, I was at the mall and this reminded me of you,” you say, picking up the paper bag on the floor beside you. “The only good thing that came from today, to be honest.”

“You were thinking of me while out with another guy?” He teases.

You get flustered, but respond “Do you want this present or not?” You try to sound stern, but you hand him the bag regardless.

The bag feels heavier than he had expected, and glances in to see the professional camera he had been eyeing for a long time but didn't buy in favour of getting Mimiko and Nanako some limited edition dolls. His pretty eyes widened with delight. “How did you know?” He asks, unable to hold back his excited smirk.

“I am not blind, you know.” You retort, happy that he loved the gift.

“What is it?” Shoko asks. Satoru snaps the bag towards himself, taking out the box of camera and different lenses. “That is one expensive investment,” she remarks.

You chose to ignore her comment, distracting everyone with the little cake you had bought. “And I've got cake!”

“Is today someone's birthday?” Mimiko asks.

“No, baby.” You say, “It's okay to have cake without any reason,”

The little girls are delighted to see the half sky and half forest cake. Neither Suguru, you or his girls have any idea as to when the exact birthday is, so you have them cut the cake together, pretending it to be their birthday. When Suguru takes the cake to the kitchen to cut it up, you follow him, leaving the twins with Shoko and Satoru.

“Suguru, you should get dressed up fancy too,” You say. “Let’s take some good pictures with our girls. I’ll cut the cake up.”

“Okay,” He agrees.

Suguru decides to match you, consciously picking pieces that compliment your outfit well. He is inappropriately fancy dressed up for this photo session. He is thrilled to use the camera you’ve gifted him, and there is no better scene to be his first than his girls(you included) and his friends. He’s brushing his hair out, putting it up in a half updo before giving himself a once-over then leaving.

He’s surprised to see Mimiko and Nanako dressed up too, sitting on either side of Satoru as Shoko and you clicked pictures on the phones. His camera is sitting on the table, still in its box. He has a child-like excitement as he opens the box and checks the lenses with it - the excitement of setting up the camera is unmatched. Even though he enjoys spoiling his girls, he cannot deny that being spoiled is a nice feeling.

Once his camera is ready, he snaps a picture of the scene - you sit between your girls now as Satoru and Shoko click pictures. The flash from the camera distracts everyone, and his eyes find yours sparkling, looking at him with the sweetest smile on your face. He cannot help but wonder how your lips would taste. Suguru smiles at you instead as you wave him over, Mimiko and Nanako between the two of you. Satoru and Shoko give him a knowing once over, the deliberate matching not missing his best friend’s six eyes.

Your hand touches his - neither of you attempting to move as Satoru clicks a picture of the four of you in Suguru’s new camera. Satoru is grinning like an idiot seeing Suguru’s blushing face, motioning Shoko to click some pictures of their idiot friend in love with his daughters’ mother. It is stupid, Gojo thinks, the way that the two of you act like an old married couple but are too terrified to confess your feelings for one another.

“Mimiko, Nanako, come here for a moment, dears,” Gojo calls them. “Suguru, Y/N, please stand closer. You aren’t rivals.”

Suguru narrows his eyes at Satoru, but doesn’t comment on it, too happy when you’ve pressed yourself at his side, your arm wrapped around his waist. He swings his arm over your shoulder and leans his head towards yours. His face burns with the soft warmth of your body pressed against him - but he holds his smile steadily, looking at the camera. He looks at your beautiful face for a moment, the serene smile on your face and he forgets all about the jerk who had taken you out.

He just prays that he gets the courage to ask you for a dinner date - perhaps before someone else snatches you out of this perfect life of his.

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Satoru is at Suguru’s flat, spending time with the sweet little girls. Both you and Suguru had some unavoidable business to attend to - you with some curses and him with his parents - and he finally got the chance to babysit them. Satoru is currently sitting on the floor of the twin’s bedroom, with pink bows in his white hair and getting his nails painted in a pale blue colour by Mimiko and Nanako.

It's not his favourite thing for amusement, but he lets it pass. He does get why Suguru lets his girls do these things to him - they look just so precious with the little forehead creased in concentration. His mind is cooking up a scheme - a scheme which can only be fulfilled with the little one's help. It’s only with him that they address you and Suguru as mama and papa- feeling too shy to address the two of you as such face-to-face.

“Dears, do you think your papa and mama love each other?” He asks the little angels painting his nails.

The girls share a secret look with a smirk that tells Gojo everything that he needs to know. “I’ve seen papa look at mama the way Nanako looks at crepes, Gojo-sama!” Mimiko snickers. “He always has a big smile when mama is home.”

“Mama is also the same, Gojo-sama!” Nanako says. “She looks at papa the way Mimiko looks at ice-cream!”

Gojo laughs at their childish description of the two, wondering how blind you guys must be to not see that the feelings are shared.

“Gojo-sama!” Nanako jumps, excited, as she remembers something else, her caramel bob shaking. “One evening, when mama fell asleep on the sofa, papa carried her to her room. We brought her blankets and he tucked her in, but she held his hands in her sleep.”

“Yes!” Mimiko jumps up too, brown eyes gleaming with giggles. “Papa had turned so pink when Mama did that. He could barely speak.”

“That sounds familiar,” Gojo giggles with them. “Do you want to help me set-”

“Yes!” the twins shriek before he even finishes the question.

Once the three of them are done with the set up, Gojo calls Geto to let him know that he has some urgent clan business to attend to, while Mimiko calls you to tell you that Nanako had a bad dream and she misses you terribly. Both of you rush to return while Gojo and his goddaughters leave for the evening. Gojo leaves a little post-it-note on the fridge, with a brief message.

Geto has been running for 10 minutes straight, red faced and out of breath as he reaches the door of the flat. The elevator dings open and you step out, looking just as out of breath. “Did Mimiko call you too?” you ask, panting.

“No, Gojo told me he has some clan business - ” He says, taking a moment to completely process your question. “Why did Mimiko call you?”

“Nanako had a nightmare, she was asking for me only, apparently.” You say, standing beside him now. The enticing smell of your perfume fills his senses and he is grateful that his girls have you to comfort them. He too finds comfort in your presence - albeit it’s for different reasons than his girls.

When no one opens the door for a couple of minutes, you put your ear to the door and try to hear something. The house is quiet, devoid of any movements.

“I think they’ve fallen asleep.” you comment.

Geto then opens then closes the door as quietly as he can, trying not to disturb the girl’s sleep. He bumps into you standing in the hallway after taking off his shoes - only to gasp as he sees the immaculate set up in the living room. A sheer white canopy covered in fairy lights and seemingly all of the pillows and some mattresses of the house thrown in the tent - and some of his and your favourite snacks. There’s a movie paused at the beginning and red roses and candles and mild incense decorating the room. Geto blushes when he realises that it’s a set up for a date, heart pounding against his ribs in part-annoyance and part-excitement as he sees your shy face. He’s half mad at Gojo, but he can see the traces of Mimiko and Nanako as well - with the way the pillows are laid out and the flowers are placed.

Geto’s phone rings, breaking the tense silence. It’s Gojo. “Suguru! Put me on speaker!” Gojo’s excited voice says from the other end. He can hear his girls giggling in the background. 

“Fine,” Geto sighs.

“Oh hey!” you turn around on hearing Gojo call your name, face hot and worrying your lip between your teeth. “Your little girls, they thought we should let you guys have an evening to yourself - relax and watch a movie. How did you like that set up?”

“You didn’t really have to-” You start to speak as Geto rolls his eyes, fully knowing it was Gojo’s plan. He knew Gojo well.

“Nonsense, you won’t let your daughters down by saying that,” Gojo says, and Mimiko and Nanako giggle louder. “Alright, bye! Enjoy yourselves. There’s wine in the fridge, Suguru.” He says before handing up.

“I’ll get the wine,” Suguru offers. You smile at him before sitting down in the fairy-light canopy, looking much like the woman of his dreams, like a princess waiting for her prince. His heart aches, for he can’t call you his, not outside of his mind. He smiles too, pretending that it’s date-night for you.

There’s a note on the fridge in Satoru’s messy scrawl which gets his attention first. Suguru, take one for the team and ask her !!! Your daughters and friends are rooting for you. She likes you, you blind idiot. A blush colours his face as he crumples the note and throws it in the bin.

His favourite wine is in the fridge, and Suguru is half surprised at Satoru’s thoughtfulness. He pours out two glasses and brings them to you, the bottle left back in the fridge. “Wine for you, ma’am,” he says, and you get the cutest blush on your face as you accept the glass, humming in delight at the taste. He follows your stead and lazily relaxes against the mountain of pillows under the canopy.

“What’s this movie?” You ask, fidgeting with the remote.

“I have no idea,” He says, praying that Satoru doesn’t embarrass him.

The movie begins with the main character, the girl getting ready to go work. It seemed like a cheesy hollywood christmas movie at the beginning, where the girl would be frustrated with her job and go to her small town and never return. That would have been better, in hindsight. Because as the movie progresses, and the love interest comes in - a single father, who had to send his daughter into foster care because he was wrongfully accused of embezzlement - the foster parent being the main character. The girl testifies for him in court while she lives with a new normal - caring for the love interest’s daughter as her own.

Suguru's face burns with how similar the movie is to you and him - he can barely even look at the screen. While the movie played, he subconsciously reached towards you, your warm cheek now resting against his shoulder. It’s hard for him to ignore it now that he realises that this movie was a deliberate selection, and the comment in the note about him being blind. 

Suguru steals a quick glance at you, finding you looking at the screen with a little smile, cuddling one of the bigger pillows. You seem totally unaffected by the movie. “It’s so cute,” you murmur. 

“Hm?” he prompts.

“The story,” you say, glancing up at him then back at the screen. 

“Would it be cute if it were real?” he asks, heart pounding against his ribcage.

“Even cuter,” you nod, cheek moving against his shoulder.

His heart threatens to crawl out of his throat at the admission. He eyes the two hands, one his and the other yours - so close but not touching, afraid to cross that invisible boundary which has built over time. He dares now, for once to cross that boundary, to test the waters and puts his pinky finger over yours, interlocking them. He can feel your smile get wider as his heart nearly makes a hole in his ribs.

You take it a step further and intertwine your hands with his.

“I love the way your hand fits in mine,” he says after a long tense silence, sounding breathier than usual.

“You have nice hands,” you shyly say.

It brings him confidence, the way you say it. Emboldened, he turns to face you and wraps his free arm over your waist, pulling you closer. His nose touches your forehead and he inhales the smell of your shampoo, never tired of smelling it in the pillowcases of your room. He lowers himself to your eye level, stroking your cheekbone. “Would let me kiss you?” he whispers to your lips.

“Always,” you whisper, parting your lips to welcome him.

The kiss is everything he could have imagined and more. It’s pure bliss, the way your mouth slots against his and the way to taste better than he could have possibly imagined. Of course, you have always been pretty, but he found you the most beautiful in this moment, in his arms, with your soft tongue fighting against his. His brain has short circuited and he fears that he might get addicted to your taste. He chases your mouth when you pull away to catch your breath, letting go of the intertwined hands that had sweat in the heat of the moment.

Suguru misses your lips instantly, scanning your face for any signs of regret or discomfort. You place one of your hands on his neck, reach the back of it and caress the delicate spot where his hair ends, and a gasp leaves his mouth at the sensation. You put your other hand on his collar and pull him close, his face dragging against the soft pillows and you kiss him. This kiss is much more desperate than the first one, with your teeth occasionally crashing and tongues exploring, the movie long forgotten still playing on the screen.

When you’re both out of breath, you pull back, still breathing the same air and noses touching.

“It was the best fucking kiss of my life,” Suguru confesses, sounding out of breath.

“Mine too,” you say.

He doesn’t want you to think that it was a spur of the moment thing, so he puts on his serious face and says, “Would you like to go out for dinner with me? As more than co-parents?” 

“I thought you’d never ask,” you reply with a giggle.

“Dress fancy,” He says. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” you ask.

“Why wait ?” he shrugs.

“I don’t have - ”

“You do,” he says, shy. “I had got something for you a while back, but never mustered up the courage to give it to you.”

You sit up, looking down at him with an excited gleam in your eyes. “You’ve gotten me an outfit for our first gate, it seems like you were prepared.”

“I swear to you that I wasn’t.” He says. “Just try it once.”

The dress Suguru brought compliments your figure and complexion well, and you’re surprised to see that it fits perfectly. You uber to a fancy place, and with the man on your side, this is the most perfect first date ever. The maroon dress hugs your figure in the right places, and you feel giddy knowing that Suguru had bought this lovely dress with you in mind. 

He looks even prettier today, sitting in front of you as your date, dressed in an equally fancy maroon suit. You take plenty of pictures with him, distracted by his long silky hair in a half-up, half-down look. You can barely process the food, distracted by the beautiful man in front of you taking in the way he talks. The way he says your name, almost purring, has you wanting to throw your feet and giggle like a little girl.

Suguru isn’t better off himself. Of course, he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, but right now dressed in the dress he bought for you, sitting in front of him with flushed cheeks, the delicate smile never leaving your face as you speak has his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. He finally has you with him the way he had been wanting for years, finding you pretty even when you were both mere acquaintances. 

He cannot wait to call you his, but he supposes he’ll save that question for the next date - for you to give this relationship a name. In his head, he is already yours - heart, mind and soul - the only question bugging him is whether you want to be his. That’s a worry for later, he thinks, as he plants a delicate kiss on your lips as the long evening comes to an end.

[theemporium]

oscar w a feral!gf who fully believes that she could fight a kangaroo. idk, it's kind of a shit prompt but just a lil something

-🌠

don't know what the fuck this became but enjoy! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“You sure you’ve got her?”

“ I'll be fine.” 

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ve got—wait, baby, no—” 

You burst into a fit of giggles as you felt Oscar’s arms wind around your waist, pulling you back into his chest before you could get far. You leaned back into his embrace, tilting your head back until you were practically looking up at him upside down—a sight that only made you giggle even more.

Your friend raised her brows, looking at Oscar with a doubtful look. “Are you absolutely sure?” 

He gave her a tight-lipped smile as he held you up, but something in his chest eased a little at how concerned your friend was. It was reassuring, in some odd way. It was nice to know you had a good support group when he was half-way across the globe, wishing he was beside you. 

“I can handle her,” he said, almost sounding amused when you let out a scoff. 

“I don’t need help! I am so fine on my own,” you commented, attempting to step away from him to prove a point but the stumble in your legs had him clinging onto you. “I could, like, totally fight a kangaroo right now.”

Oscar pressed his lips together to bite back his smile. “A kangaroo?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded confidently before gasping, looking at your boyfriend with wide eyes. “Oh my god, you’re basically a kangaroo.” 

“Jesus, you drank a lot,” Oscar murmured as he waved your friend goodbye, watching her head back inside to the bar he had just driven to to pick you up before he began guiding you towards his car.

“I could fight you!” You said, sounding far too happy about the prospect of it. “I have a mean right hooker!”

“Hook,” he corrected with a fond smile. “Do you even know what that means?”

“Of course not,” you said before bursting into another fit of giggles, practically sinking back into his embrace and giving him your full body weight. 

To his credit, Oscar hardly even faltered. Instead, his arms remained locked around you as he practically carried you towards the passenger seat of his car. He continued to let you ramble away, knowing that at some point you would tire yourself out and the sleepier side of your drunk self would come out. 

“Do I annoy you?” 

Oscar’s head snapped around to you so quickly, it was almost comical. Luckily, the car had been parked at a red light, but that didn’t stop the uncomfortable twist in his stomach when the question passed your lips.

“What?” He frowned as he watched you lazily blink at him, almost as though you were waiting for him to say yes. “Baby, I—” He paused, shaking his head. “No, of course not.”

“Okay,” you said, giving him a small smile. “I don’t think you’re annoying either.”

But the light-hearted teasing didn’t shift his attention away from the heavy question. “Why would you ever think you annoyed me?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, unable to fight the yawn leaving your lips as you leaned further back in your seat once the lights went green and Oscar began driving again. “Just heard some people mentioning something.”

Oscar frowned. “Who?” 

But you just shrugged again.

And maybe somewhere in your drunk and fuzzy brain, you knew not only would it be embarrassing to say out loud, but also that Oscar would be upset by it. He didn’t get angry, not when it came to himself. He was fairly laid-back, he let things mostly wash over him before moving on with his life. 

But when it came to the people he loved? When it came to you? It was a whole different story.

You knew that it would upset him that somebody upset you, that their words affected you enough to play on your insecurities and doubts. It would upset him to hear someone bashing you in such a cowardly way, mocking the way you acted and how loud your personality was. It would upset him to hear the way they thought you were too much for him, not good enough for him. 

People like you weren’t right for people like Oscar. 

“Baby,” he said in a soft voice after you had fallen quiet. He watched as you blinked, glancing around and seeming to realise you were now parked outside his place. “Look at me.” 

You turned your head, your eyes meeting his and something eased in your chest. 

He reached towards you, his hand engulfing your cheek as you leaned into his touch. He watched you for a moment before leaning over the console, pressing a soft and chaste kiss on your lips before he spoke. “I don’t know what happened but you could never annoy me.”

You blinked, your hand reaching out to hold his wrist like you were scared he would pull away. “Promise?” 

“Promise,” he said with a nod before smiling at you, that full lip smile that made your heart stutter a little. “C’mon now, need to get my pretty girl ready for bed.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes even if the idea of your boyfriend doting over you warmed your heart. “M’tired,” you grumbled as you watched Oscar reach for the door. “Let’s just go to bed.”

“Nuh uh, gotta take your makeup off, baby,” he said with a shake of his head, smiling a little when you let out a whine. “I promise I’ll do all the work.”

Your smile brightened. “Have I mentioned that I love you?” 

“Yeah, once or twice,” he grinned back at you. “I love you too.”

“Of course you do.” 

Oscar sighed. “Had to ruin the moment, didn’t you?”

“Just pointing out the facts, my kangaroo boy.”

His nose scrunched up. “Please do not let that become a thing.”

You could only laugh in response.

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[hanniebaeee]

Cherish

Husband Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warning: Smut MDNI

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Summary: Hyunjin doesn't understand what it's like for you - being a stay at home mum for your twin daughters. Until he does.

You get your babies ready as Hyunjin silently takes some bags to the car. You help your husband buckle them up in their car seats and he turns to you, looking miserable.

'Baby, all this over a silly argument?' He asked, making a sad face. 'Can't we just go together? It'll be a good chance for us to all spend time together.'

'Hyunjin.' You say, and he stops at the warning flashing in your tone. 'You know why we're doing this. You said I'm having such an easy time. So yeah, I just want you to have an easy time with your 2-year-old daughters. What's wrong with that?'

He sighed.

'I'm so sorry, jagiya.' He pleads. 'I was an idiot. I was stressed and angry. I just took it all out on you. It's not an excuse, I know. Please, how can I fix this?'

'By taking Mia and Ara on this trip. Spend time with them.' You said, voice stern.

'Promise me, if I do this we'll be ok. Promise me that.' He said, taking your hand and placing it against his chest.

His heart was racing. He was anxious.

'I need you to understand, Hyunjin.' You say. 'This is not a punishment, ok?'

He nods, kissing you hand and then pulling you closer to kiss your lips.

'I love you.' He said, his hold on you is tight.

You nod and feel your heart sink as you look at your girls.

'Say it. Say it back.' He said and you could hear how desperate he sounded. He was afraid that you'd be gone when he got back. He was afraid to lose you.

'I love you, Hyunjinnie.' You whisper and he stays still for a minute before removing himself from you forcefully and walking to the driver's seat. You take this time to kiss your babies and tell them to be nice to daddy.

Tears sting your eyes as you watch your husband drive away. Going back to the house, you sit and cry. You couldn't help but think that you were being a bit unreasonable with him. This was all over a stupid fight that happened when his parents were over.

It was understandable that he was exhausted after a day full of practice and things, but it gave him no right to call you lazy and 'lucky to be at home all day'. You had never seen his mum so mad before. She snapped and scolded him in Korean - you were still at the basics, so you didn't really understand what she was saying. But her tone suggested the content quite well.

Hyunjin was in tears and he walked away, skipping dinner and you felt terrible for the entire thing.

His mum called you a while after he left to see if everything was ok.

'I still feel like this was a mistake.' You say sadly. 'I mean, I know that he didn't mean what he said.'

'He needs to understand what you do for him and babies, Y/N. Sweetheart, you spend the entire day home with your kids. You don't get a break at all. You don't complain so he doesn't know how you feel. I know this will be a good opportunity for him to learn what it's like to take care of two little children all on his own. You'll thank me for this. Ok? Now, stop brooding and go spend time with your friends. You deserve this break.' His mum said.

You speak for some more time before you hang up and decide to call your best friend, Jisoo. You plan things for the weekend and though you miss Hyunjin and the girls, you have a good time with Jisoo. You realize how much you have missed this.

Hyunjin sent you pictures of them playing and having a good time at the cute Airbnb they had rented next to a woodland. He seemed to be doing ok, and you were glad. What you didn't know was that Hyunjin was a tearful mess - he had no idea what he was doing even though you had given him instructions for literally everything. The babies were a handful and he felt so ashamed of himself for the way he spoke to you.

It was around 10:45 pm when you decided to go to bed. You had showered and done your bedtime routines before finally settling down under the duvet. It was raining heavily and you were a bit worried about Hyunjin's long drive back home the next morning. He was planning to start early in the morning, but if it continued to rain, he would have to wait it out before driving.

You tried to push these thoughts out of your mind and concentrate on your book when you heard your doorbell. You wondered who it could be this late and in this weather. Just then, your phone rang. You saw Hyunjin's name on the screen and quickly pick up.

'Hey, baby, open the door.' He said and you could hear his fast breaths.

'You're here? In this weather?!' You ask, running to get the door.

You yank the door open only to see him, drenched and shivering.

'Oh my God! What happened?! Where are the girls?!' You ask, looking behind him and then back at him, worried.

He stepped in quickly and closed the door behind you.

'Hyunjin! What's going on?' You ask, way too afraid now.

'Y/N, I dropped them off with my mum.' He said, taking off his wet jacket and dropping it on the floor. Water dripped from this long hair, and some drops slid down is face and neck. He takes his shoes off next and then his socks and leaves them on the side as well.

'Oh?' You said, and nod. 'Ok... but why?'

'I... I just wanted to be with you.' He said softly. 'Alone.'

You nod again, cheeks warming up and heartbeat picking up the pace. It's been a while since you felt this way. He kept looking at you, now running a hand over his face to wipe away some of the moisture.

'You should change. You'll catch a cold or some-' Hyunjin just stepped forward and pressed his lips to yours. Arms around you, he kissed you nice and deep. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and he moaned softly, tilting his head for a better angle.

You pulled back to breathe and he just looked at you with so much love, you felt really - nice.

'Is everything ok?' You ask and he nods. Then he scoops you up in arms, one hand around your waist and the other under your knees. You arms go around his neck and you squeal in surprise.

'Hyunjin!' You say, giving him a wide eyed look. He just smiles and starts climbing the stairs, up to your bedroom. Once there, he places you slowly to the edge of the bed and kneels down in front of you.

'I'm so sorry, jagiya.' He says, sadly. 'I'm so sorry for being an asshole and saying all those things to you.'

'It's alright Jinnie.' You say, cupping his face with your hands. 'I'm not mad.'

'You should be, though. I'm so ashamed of myself. I mean, I can't believe it didn't occur to me the kind of effort you put into our family every single day. Mia and Ara, they're amazing and it's because of you.'

'Baby, we're both good parents.' You try to reason with him.

But he shakes his head and says, 'I didn't teach them to brush their teeth or put on their shoes or eat on their own. You did. All alone. Damn, they can identify all the dinosaurs. I don't think I can pronounce one name right. How did you do all that? These two days - all I could think of was how proud I am of you. I'm so damn proud to say you're mine and of everything you've done for the babies.'

'I also realized how hard it is to look after two toddlers. They drove me up the wall in less than two hours since we reached the cottage. I mean, I don't even know how you do it. I don't know how.' He continued with a smile.

You realize you were crying only when Hyunjin reaches out and wipes the tears off your cheeks. 'I love you so much and I promise I'll never disrespect you ever again. If I do, I want you to divorce me. 'Coz seriously-'

'I'm not going to divorce you, Hyunjin.' You said with a laugh. 'I love you way too much for that.'

'I love you way too much too.' Hyunjin said, and ran his fingers through his damp hair.

You get up from the bed to get a towel and dry his hair. He sat with his head on your lap as you did so. Once done, he stood up and started stripping. You sat still, blushing and unable to look at him as discarded his clothes and stepped closer to you.

'You know what else I realized?' He asked, moving you to the middle of the bed.

'What?' You ask.

He hovers over you, and says, 'That you're so fucking hot. You carried my babies inside you. You brought them into this world. And you're doing such a good job being their mum and being my... everything. I don't think I would still be doing what I love if it weren't for you, taking a step back for us all.'

And you realize how much you've been craving his appreciation. You sob as he says sweet things to you and then he's on top of you, kissing you like he's never had a chance to do so before. His hands brush along your thighs and he lifts your night dress up and over your head, tossing it aside. He kisses your neck and collarbone, while he discards all of your clothes.

He takes his time with you, worshiping your body and pleasuring you with his mouth and fingers before finally you've had enough and told him that you wanted him.

He didn't need to be told more than once and he was in you, in the blink of an eye. Soft words of love and sounds of passion filled the room. You whined as he picked up pace, going a bit faster, his own body nearing it's high. He kissed you over and over again, and finally you came - shaking and gripping on to him tightly. You were clearly overstimulated and you shiver as he goes faster, chasing his own orgasm.

He pressed his face to your neck as he came, his soft groan giving you goosebumps.

'Oh my god, I missed you so much. I missed us.' He mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

'I missed you too Jinnie' you whisper, turning your face to kiss him again.

You both stay tangled in each other and the sheets for a while before showering together and going to sleep.

Your side of the bed was empty when Hyunjin opened his eyes. With a whine, he got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants before walking downstairs to the kitchen. He could hear your voice and you were laughing at something. His eyes are barely open as he steps into the kitchen and sees you standing by the hob, cooking. There is a glow on your face and he smiles seeing it.

He comes behind you and gives you a back hug, kissing you neck lovingly.

'Hyunjin!' You hiss, trying to step away and that's when he heard a little voice saying, 'Dada!'

He jumps back and turns around to see his mum looking at him with the most bored expression on her face.

'Oh my God! What are you doing here?!' He asked, trying to cover his bare chest.

'I brought the kids home.' She said pointing at the said kids.

'I thought I said we'll let you know the time?' He said, blushing.

'Hyunjin, don't be rude!' You say, slapping his hand.

'Their mum called and wanted them back. What am I to say?' His mum said with a shrug. 'So I brought them in, even though she said she'd come and get them. Now, please go wear a shirt.'

Hyunjin just huffs in annoyance before walking out of the room.

'I'm so sorry for that.' You say, hoping you weren't blushing too much.

The older woman just smiled at you.

'I just want to see you both happy.' She said. 'I told you it'll work.'

And she looked so smug, you had to laugh. Hyunjin came back with a shirt on and saw you both laughing.

'What's so funny?' He asked and his mum said, 'Mind your own business, boy.'

'That's not very nice.' Hyunjin said, going and picking up his daughters - one in each hand. But he was genuinely so happy to see all his girls happy and smiling.

Especially, you.

a/n: Hyunjin's mum is the star of the show. Ok bye.

[moodriingz]

Into Your Room | L. Hughes

Summary | Luke breaks up with the reader and they're both miserable

Pairing | Luke Hughes x reader, Jack Hughes x platonic! reader, Ethan Edwards x platonic! reader

Warning | Breakups ? and maybe three curse words ? that's about it!

Author's Note | This is my first post! I'm so excited because I love this song and all I could think about for a couple of days was this scenario. Please send requests and what you think!

Masterlist

You and Luke started dating while he was at the University of Michigan. Sure, you knew when He went to play for the Devils long-distance would be difficult because of your classes and his practices and games but you wanted to try. So it came as a shock when Luke broke up with you halfway through the summer after his NHL Debut.

“Y/N I really think we need to take a breather,” said Luke while you were both watching the sunset on the beach of the lake house. 

“What?” You asked. It felt like your world came crashing down out of nowhere. You guys had barely been together a year. But you were inseparable at school and during the summers. 

“Yeah, I just need to focus on hockey right now and you have your classes. I just don’t think it’s going to work out,” Luke rambled.

“But I want to make it work. I told you that before you left for New Jersey,” 

“I don’t want to be held back because of some relationship,” Luke said and you stayed quiet. Your heart was shattering and he was stomping all over it.

“Ok, I’ll get all of my stuff and go back home. No point in wasting any time I guess,” You said with blurry eyes.

You packed up your bag and got ready to go. You saw Jack on the way out and gave him a hug goodbye.

“I don’t know what He’s thinking. I’m sure He’ll come around. It'll all work out,” Jack said into your hair even though it felt like he was trying to convince himself instead of you.

“It’s fine Jack, just take care of him for me,” you said and left the house and got in your car without looking back at one of your favorite places in the world. 

I will run after your moving car

And I will follow you

You're my northern star

Luke was miserable for the rest of the summer. He didn’t want to admit it but he was lost without you. He wished he stopped your car as you left. He regretted everything he said. He was just scared you would find someone better than him at school now that he wasn't there.

Luke told himself that once the season started he wouldn’t have time to think about how much he missed you. Boy was he wrong.

He stalked your Instagram in his free time. He was sure he was almost always the first viewer of any story you posted and had to force himself to ignore your profile picture anytime it came up when he opened the app.

You looked like you hadn’t missed a beat once you got back to school. Always posting when you’d go out with friends or when you’d study at your favorite coffee shop.

You both had so many great memories there anytime you’d post your coffee order he could basically hear the espresso machines and the smell of coffee. He'd remember your laughter from when he had gotten foam on his top lip. Or the time you were so nervous for finals and wouldn’t look up from your computer until he got you a refill of your coffee. Your smile was so bright from such a small gesture he knew he had to do anything he could to see it.

Except he did the opposite. His last memory of you was full of tears as he watched your car pull away. He didn’t know what to do. Luke was a mess while you seemed fine. How could he ever convince you to take him back?

You don't know how much I need you

Yeah, I feel the weight

It's crushing me

You were a mess coming back to school. You missed Luke more than you thought you would. The two of you spent so much time together and when you couldn’t be with each other you would text every chance you’d get.

You missed his goofy smile and curly hair. Luke Hughes was everywhere. The memory of him was in the Library where you would have study dates, He was in your favorite bar where he couldn’t take his eyes off of you all night, He was in your classes where you would sit together and whisper random things back and forth. He was everywhere except where you needed him to be. With you.

Your friends always dragged you out even when all you wanted to do was stay in and watch your favorite TV show and wallow. They always made sure to take good photos so you could post “to make Luke know what he’s missing” they’d always say. 

They basically had a schedule set of when to study with you or get coffee. You didn’t mean to make them watch over you as much as you did, but you couldn’t help how much you needed Luke. 

Finally one night You convinced them that you were too busy with homework to hang out when really you were going to watch the New Jersey Devils season opener. Ethan Edwards saw right through your lies about studying because he knew you liked to finish most of your work at the beginning of the week.

He insisted on watching the game with you and you let him because he was the only one who remotely knew what you were feeling. You both watched pregame, and when the commentators showed Luke all you could notice were his eyebags and how tired he looked. Your heart shattered all over again.

You watched him get his first assist of the season and your heart clenched. If you were still together he would’ve called you after the game and told you all about it. Now you just felt like a spectator while he was all you could think about. Ethan turned to you and noticed how upset you were with tears threatening to spill over. He was tired of seeing his friends destroy themselves.

So, maybe, take me into your room

Without you, my soul is eternally doomed

You're the center of this universe

My sorry ass revolves around you

No, I can't do without you

Jack couldn’t take Luke’s self-pity anymore. All he would do was look at his phone and play hockey. Jack could tell it was affecting Luke more than he was letting on. His eyes were almost always bloodshot and he looked like he was moving through the motions at practice. 

Luke was a shell of his former self and Jack knew he had to do something. He texted Ethan because he knew that besides Luke that’s who you would talk to the most. They both started plotting to get you back together. The Devils had a game against the Red Wings right before Thanksgiving and knew there had to be some way to get you there.

Ethan practically begged on his knees for you to come to the game. He told you he was gifted the tickets and would feel horrible to not go. Everyone else had already left for Thanksgiving, leaving you as his only option.

You weren’t stupid. You knew the game was against the Devils. You had the date marked in your planner as when you would have seen Luke if you were still together. You both looked forward to the game because it was the first time you would’ve seen him play in the NHL and then you would've gone to his parent’s lake house for Thanksgiving the next day. At least that's what was supposed to happen. 

You only agreed to Ethan because you felt bad no one else could go. Ethan promised no funny business, and you could leave the game the second the final buzzer went off. It felt safe and you could see Jack. You missed Luke, but you were also close with Jack. It was something Luke loved about you, how great you got along with his brothers. 

Luke had no idea about the plan Jack and Ethan were brewing. He was especially miserable because he knew if he didn’t mess up the best thing in his life several months ago, you would be at the game cheering him on. He was in hell beating himself over it. All he wanted was to see you in the Jersey he gave you right before his NHL debut. 

Ethan came and picked you up all giddy when he noticed you were wearing a Hughes 43 jersey.

“What? It’s the only Devils gear I have, and I’m sure as hell not going to cheer for them in a Red Wings jersey,” You said without taking a breath.

“I wasn’t even going to say anything.”

You two find your seats and you realize how close to the ice it is. You’re on the Devils side facing the bench a couple rows up from the ice. Luke is definitely going to see you because of your proximity.

“If you had told me how close we were going to be I definitely would’ve worn-” You said before getting cut off.

“Don’t even finish that sentence we’re rooting for my team tonight,” Ethan said talking over the music.

The Devils start coming out for warm up and it doesn’t take Luke more than two seconds to see you. You both lock eyes and don’t look away. He notices you’re in the jersey he gave you, and his heart flutters with hope. He just stands there looking at you until Nico pushes him to tell him has to get ready for the game. You, however, look like a deer in headlights and your heart stops. You hadn’t seen Luke since the summer. Tears start to gather in your eyes and you know you have to leave.

“Ethan I can’t do this. I can’t be here,” You say with tears starting to fall.

“Please you promised me plus he can’t even do anything he’s on the ice,” Ethan says trying to convince you knowing it won’t work.

You start to gather your things when Luke notices. He rushes across the ice and knocks on the glass to get your attention. You instantly regret looking his way, but his eyes look desperate and excited your heart flutters the tiniest bit. 

You read his mouth as he begs you to stay. You just look at him and Ethan debating what to do. You decide to stay and see what happens. Ethan's right he can’t do anything while he’s on the ice, right?

I'm throwing stones at your window

To get you to notice me

Don't make me stand outside, in the pouring rain

With a freshly ripped human heart from my rib cage

And a boom-box

How pathetic, babe

It was a hard loss for the Devils, but the end of the game meant you could finally leave. Ethan was right, Luke didn’t bother you for the rest of the game besides constantly looking at you when he wasn’t on the ice or there was a faceoff right in front of your seats.

As you and Ethan are getting ready to leave you get a text.

From moosey

please don’t leave

i really want to talk

You showed Ethan and he looked at you bewildered.

“You never changed his name?”

“I never had the heart,” You say looking back down at the texts. The three bubbles show up and disappear over and over again.

“I think you should go. What's the worst that could happen, right?” Ethan asks. 

“I don’t know he can rip my heart out all over again and tell me off for coming to his game,” You say, swaying on your toes to your heels.

“He won’t do that trust me,” You don’t even have the energy to ask Ethan as your anxiousness bubbles up to your throat.

To moosey

where can we meet?

From moosey

come down to the locker room i can tell security you and ethan are coming

To moosey

ok 

Luke has to stop himself from running to you when you get to the locker room. He wants to pick you up and spin you around like he used to do after his Michigan games. Instead, he walks up to you and says a simple hi.

“What did you want to talk about?” You whisper nervous about what he has to say.

“Us.” Your breath stops ready for him to tell you off for coming.

“I fucked up ending our relationship,” He says with his eyes turning red.

“Luke, why now? I was ready to fight for us but you dismissed me like I was nothing to you.” 

“Because I was scared,” He admits. “I was scared you’d find someone who’d be able to give you more attention than I could. And that’s what you deserve, but God I can’t be without you. You’re the opposite of nothing, you’re my everything and I’m so lost without you. The last couple of months have been absolute hell.”

“You should’ve talked to me. I would’ve told you there’s no one better for me than you. The last couple of months have wrecked me.” You tell him.

So, don't turn away

You must know how much I need you, need you

Yeah, I can feel your pain

I hate to think how bad I treated you

But I know a place

Where the darkness can't reach us

“Please forgive me. Please can we just forget this all happened?” Luke begs you.

You just nod and launch yourself into his arms for a kiss. He deepens it by holding you in by your hair. Your heart flutters and you never want this moment to end.

“Would it be too much to ask you to spend Thanksgiving with us? I just don’t want to spend any more time away from you. But I get it-,” Luke asks nervously before you cut him off.

“No I’d love to come, I miss everybody.”

“Did I miss it? Did our plan work?” Jack comes into the hallway shouting excitedly.

“What plan?” Luke asks Ethan and Jack.

“You didn’t,” You say.

“Oh but we did, who do you think gave me the tickets?” said Ethan mischievously.

“Well I guess your plan did work, good job boys,” you say with a blush on your cheeks.

Luke kisses your cheek and tells Jack you are spending Thanksgiving with the family and you won't be going anywhere anytime soon. You finally feel like you’re back where you belong. While Luke feels the relief of finally having his world back. 

No, I can't do without you, baby

Maybe, take me into your room

Without you, my soul is eternally doomed

You're the center of this universe

My sorry ass revolves around you

You— And again

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Bonding

Summary: You and Javi just brought your daughter Lucy home from the hospital. While the two of you couldn't be more in love and excited at the addition of your newest family member, it doesn't mean that you both aren't feeling some of the nerves of being first time parents.

Word Count: 2.4K (She's reasonable, your honor)

Pairing: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)

Warnings: This is honestly just pure, sweet, sickening, fluff, mentions of body insecurity postpartum, worry/anxiety about being a first time parent, Javi snuggling a newborn baby skin on skin (it needs a warning fr), Javi being the cutest dad ever to exist, Javi is in full on dad mode, ladies and gents (gn) 🫡

A/N: This was inspired after reading @kteague adorable post about Frankie carrying his daughter in a baby sling, and I couldn't help but picture sweet Javi as a first time dad cuddling with his baby girl 😭🥺 and to @endlessthxxghts for being a bad influence 💀Y ou know for a fact that Lucy's got Javi wrapped around her finger from the moment she's born, and picturing the adorable bond these two have makes me want to melt into a puddle 🫠 also I have a raging case of baby fever, but let's pretend that wasn't entirely the motive to write this or that I'm not projecting at all WHOOPS

Part of the Forever and Always Series!!

From the moment you had found out you were pregnant, you had no doubt that Javi was going to be nothing short of the best dad you could have ever hoped for. Before your daughter was even born, Javi had completely flipped the switch into full Dad Mode, spending the past 9 months coming with you to every single doctor’s appointment, baby proofing every square inch of your home, and checking out (and re-checking out) every parenting book he could get his hands on at the library. 

So it was safe to say, that once you brought Lucy home from the hospital to start your life together as a family of 3, if Javi hadn’t already been full force into Dad Mode, he sure as hell was now, and was going to do anything and everything he could to make sure that the two most important girls in his life were showered with every ounce of love and affection he had. 

It was also safe to say that even though he wouldn’t admit it, Javi was also an absolute nervous wreck at the reality that he was now actually a dad to a tiny newborn daughter that had been brought into the world. 

“You think that her diaper is snug enough? Should I get a bottle ready just in case she gets hungry? Different pajamas to sleep in before we put her down?” Javi asked, carefully cradling Lucy against his chest as you passed her off to him, planting a soft kiss on her head, gently bouncing her up and down. 

“Javi,” You laughed leaning in to give your sleepy daughter a kiss on the messy tufts of hair ruffled on her head before looking back up at your husband, “I’m going to take a shower, not leaving for war. I’ll be quick, so that way if she needs me then I’ll-” 

“Hermosa,” he paused, raising an eyebrow at you as he smiled, “take as long as you need, okay? I’m just asking to make sure so I don’t have to bother you. Take an hour, hell, take 3 hours for all I care, you deserve it, Momma. I can’t imagine how exhausted you are. Me and Lucy Goosey will be just fine, won’t we, mi amor (my love)?” 

The two of you smiled as Lucy quietly cooed, your grin spreading even wider watching Javi’s face light up with joy as he looked down at his daughter, your heart practically bursting at the seams with how in love he was with her. But even through the pure bliss in Javi’s eyes, you couldn’t help but sense a nervous twinge in his voice, knowing that in the short day and a half that you’d been home from the hospital, even though you were only a room away, this was the first time that Javi was in charge of Lucy all by himself. And because you knew your husband better than you knew yourself, you knew that despite the fact Javi was probably better prepared for parenting than you were, he was secretly terrified he was going to do something that would hurt his precious baby girl, and the thought of that? That scared the shit out of him. 

“Javi?” You said again, gently rubbing your hand against his arm, forcing his gaze to shift on to you and your tired smile. “Honey, you know you’re an amazing dad right? But, I can guarantee that even though we would do anything and everything for this stinker, we’re gonna mess up at some point. You love her so much, and that’s all that matters, okay? I love you, Jav.” 

You could feel some of the tension begin to ease from Javi’s body, looking back down at Lucy before back to you, taking in a deep breath, and softly nodding his head to himself. 

“I know, it’s just- She’s so perfect. I wanna give her everything. I just, I just wanna be a good dad. I just want her to know that I love her so much.” 

As if you weren’t already an emotional mess, watching the tears well in Javi’s eyes as he gazed down at Lucy, looking at her like she was the only thing the world that existed, had your hormonal heart bursting into a million pieces, now trying to wipe your own wetness streaming down your cheeks. 

“Javi, I don’t think it’s possible for you to love that little girl anymore than you already do.” You sighed, stepping in to press a kiss onto Javi’s lips before another onto Lucy’s head. “Okay, I’m gonna go shower before I become even more of a hot mess than I already am. You sure you’re gonna be okay?” 

“Thanks, Osita. We’ll be just fine. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Jav.” 

“And hey, you’re not a hot mess, just hot.” Javi smirked, making you roll your eyes as you gestured to yourself and the undeniably disheveled state you were in. 

“Javi, I look like I just rolled out of a dumpster. I am literally wearing an adult sized diaper.” 

“And no one’s ever made an adult sized diaper look hotter, Hermosa.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a snort, shaking your head at your husband as you finally turned to head out of the nursery, giving Javi and Lucy one last wave before disappearing out of the door frame and into the bathroom for a much needed shower. 

“Alright, it’s just you and me, pollita (little chicken).” Javi smiled, rocking Lucy against your chest, taking a deep breath of reassuring confidence, feeling more self-assured about his time alone. “Let’s get you into some pajamas, huh?” With another kiss on Lucy’s head, Javi carefully laid her down on her changing table, reaching into one of the drawers to pull out a tiny onesie covered in pink flowers and strawberries. 

He couldn’t help but laugh to himself at how absolutely tiny the pair of pajamas felt in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief at the fact that all of this was real- for so long, Javi had been convinced a family of his own would never be in the cards for him, and for as much as it hurt, he’d come to accept it. But when you had come into his life and given him the second chance that he had so desperately longed for, he still couldn’t quite believe how he had deserved to find himself here with a beautiful family, a wife and daughter he loved more than life itself, and how he couldn’t have been happier to be dressing his newborn baby girl into a pair of tiny pink pajamas. 

Checking Lucy’s diaper and tossing her clothes into the hamper, Javi zipped her up into her pajamas, noticing that she was starting to get squirmy and fussy, he quickly picked her back up, pressed against his chest as he made his way over to the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery. 

Despite the steady movement back and forth and the gentle rocking, Lucy’s cries only started to become louder, Javi trying his best to keep calm despite the fact his heart was racing, thinking he had already done something wrong to upset his daughter in the few short minutes they had been together. 

“Hey, hey, hey, shhhhhhh, it’s okay bebita, it’s okay.” Javi cooed, gently patting Lucy’s back to try and soothe her. “What’s wrong, huh? It’s not your diaper, Momma fed you before she got in the shower, I wonder if it’s-” 

Before Javi could finish the rest of his mental checklist outloud, he was looking down at his shoulder to see the little dribbles of spit-up drooling from Lucy’s mouth onto his shirt, quietly laughing to himself at the mystery that had seemed to solve itself. 

“Alright, well that was easy. Let’s get you cleaned up, messy miss.” 

Standing up to bring Lucy back to the changing table, he laid her down to reach into another drawer to grab one of the many burp cloths that had been stored away to wipe up Lucy’s little face before he was back to the pajama drawer, pulling out another pair to change her into. But as he tossed Lucy’s second outfit in 10 minutes into the laundry, he couldn’t help but notice the giant spit stain drenching his own shoulder. Not wanting to have to lay Lucy back into his damp shirt, he stared down at his daughter in nothing but her diaper, thinking back to the advice from the plethora of parenting books he had consumed and a few days ago after Lucy’s birth, where the nurses had been adamant about making sure both you and Javi spent plenty of skin on skin time with the baby. 

Trying to fight off any self-doubt or need for reassurance, Javi took a deep breath as he stared down at Lucy, still restless and crying on her changing table before stripping his own shirt and tossing it in with the other tiny items of laundry that had quickly accumulated throughout the day. 

“Okay, c’mere mi amorcita (my little love), it’s okay, I’ve got you. Shhhhhh, I’ve got you, baby girl.” Javi cooed, carefully cradling his daughter to his bare chest, feeling the heat of her tiny body pressed against his as he sat back down in the rocking chair, resting her head on his shoulder. “Don’t cry, pollita, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” 

After a few seconds of whispered reassurances and gentle rocks back and forth, Javi let out a quiet sigh of relief as Lucy’s cries began to lessen, slowly fading from wails to muffled tears against Javi’s chest. 

“That’s it, see, it’s okay, baby girl.” Javi softly smiled, pressing a tender kiss into Lucy’s soft hair before reaching over to the small bookshelf next to the rocking chair, pulling a well loved copy of “Goodnight Moon” into his lap, trying his best to maneuver it open to the first page with his one free hand. “You never got to meet your Grandma Lucia, but that’s who you’re named after. A long time ago, this was Daddy’s favorite book to listen to her read. This is his book when he was a little boy, and now I’m so happy it gets to be yours.” Almost as if little Lucy knew, her crying began to calm even more to listen to her dad as he began to read. 

“In the great green room, there was a telephone, and a red balloon and a picture of…” 

As Javi began to read each page, Lucy became quieter and quieter, and by the time they had said goodnight to kittens and mittens, and clocks and socks, Little Lucy was sound asleep on Javi’s chest, her soft snores rumbling on his skin. 

“Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere. And goodnight my sweet Lucy Goosey. Daddy loves you so much.” Javi cooed, gently rubbing his thumb in circles along Lucy’s back as he tilted his head against the back of the rocking chair, the back and forth and weight of his sleeping daughter on his chest slowly just enough to the weight of his eyelids droop to a close right along side Lucy’s. 

After a long, hot, and much needed shower, you had changed into some new pajamas, throwing your still damp hair into a towel as you headed down the hallway towards the nursery, surprised and slightly concerned by the lack of noise coming from the room. 

“Hey baby, I’m all done with the shower if you want me too- Oh my god.” Before you could even make it all the way through the door, you were stopped in your tracks, covering your mouth with your hand to try and cope with the cuteness overload that was in front of you. 

There, in the corner of the room sat Javi and Lucy in the rocking chair, the pair sound asleep and snoring as Lucy lay against his bare chest, “Goodnight Moon”  half open and slipping out of Javi’s lap from what you assumed had to have been the book he was reading to her before they clonked out. 

Your footsteps down the hallway must have been enough to wake Javi to the point that his eyes began to blink open, scrunching his face in a half awake yawn as he recognized your frame in the doorway, quickly shaking his head to bring himself back to full consciousness, immediately looking down at his chest to make sure Lucy was still there before looking back at you and the lovestruck grin spread between your cheeks. 

“You two having a good nap?” You giggled quietly, making your way over to stand next to the rocking chair, gently running your hand through the dark curls of Javi’s messy, sleep ridden hair, kissing his forehead, admiring your tiny daughter perched on your husband’s chest. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, hermosa. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep.” Javi whispered, steadying his grip around Lucy as he sat up straighter. 

“Javi, don’t apologize, baby. I’m glad that you were able to get her to sleep for you. Did you read her “Goodnight Moon”? Glad to know it still works like a charm. I think she must already have it memorized at this point.” You smiled, picking the book up off of Javi’s lap, turning through the well worn pages, knowing how excited Javi had been to finally read it to her as he held her, despite all of the times he had read it to your belly while you were pregnant when it was the only ways to bring you some relief from the constant kicking in your last trimester. 

“Yeah we did, didn’t we, sleepy girl? Although I didn’t realize that “Goodnight Dad” was the last page of the book I must have been missing all this time.” Javi laughed, readjusting Lucy as she let out a tiny yawn, stretching her little body against Javi’s. 

“Well, if every time you read “Goodnight Moon” to this little cutie, you end up shirtless with Lucy asleep on your chest, I don’t think that I’ll have anything to ever complain about again, except for the fact I’m gonna die of cuteness. God, you two are so adorable. You have a good time with your Daddy, baby girl? I hope you know that you’ve got him wrapped around your little tiny finger, Little Miss. He loves you so much.” 

“God, you’ve got that right. Have you ever seen anything so perfect? She’s perfect, Osita. I love her more than anything. I love our family so much. Thank you.” Javi whispered, trying to fight back the tears welling in his eyes. 

“Thank me for what, Javi?” 

“For giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

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[fallinallincurls]

pancakes for two, i will always love you

this is my (late) entry for demi's lowkey lovefest 2k24! thank you so much for hosting this fun little challenge @wyattjohnston!

this fic is also a belated birthday gift to the amazing @desiredposion!! inspiration struck and i had to make the most of it so i hope you love this! this was also my first time writing for nico which was so much fun.

prompt used: "don't ever stop looking at me like that."

heavily inspired by the lyrics "maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two, hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you" from keep driving by harry styles

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 1.3k+

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Dating a professional hockey player means that slow mornings are a rarity. Usually, Nico is up and out the door for morning skate before your eyes even open. But today, you’re lucky enough to get the extra time in bed with the man you love for the first time in what feels like forever.

As sunlights bathes the room in a subtle, but beautiful golden glow, you snuggle in closer to Nico in an effort to absorb the heat radiating from his body. His strong arms tighten around you instinctively and even though his eyes remain closed, he presses a kiss to your forehead before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Morning, Neeks.”

“Mm,” He hums contently, making you giggle and you relish in the rough feeling of his scruff against your skin. You card a hand through his tousled hair, earning a soft moan in response.

“Come on, schatzi.” He murmurs, dragging out the syllables of each word as a slight smirk appears on his lips. “You know how much I like it when you play with my hair.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” You chuckle, moving your hand to his cheek just as Nico lifts his head and his gorgeous brown eyes meet yours. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, the playfulness that was evident just seconds ago fading even though the identical tender smiles on your faces continue to grow.

“We don’t get to do this enough.” Nico whispers, gaze never leaving yours as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. You rest a hand on his bare chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart and try to commit every detail about this moment to memory. Nothing but pure adoration rushes through your veins as you admire the beautiful man next to you.

“That’s okay. It makes these rare mornings that much more special.”

“I’m going to tell the team we can’t ever have practice until after 10 at the earliest.” Nico grins, his dimples appearing as he laughs at his own little joke.

“You have that power as captain?” You tease, pressing a kiss to his nose, his cheek, and finally his lips. Nico smiles into the kiss before deepening it for a few seconds, bringing out that familiar need for him.

“I don’t really know, but I deserve some more time with my girl so I’ll make it a rule. I don’t care what anyone says.” He mumbles against your lips, voice low and still full of sleep.

Your heart swells as you drink in the sight of your boyfriend. Nico’s eyes are sparkling with love and his sweet smile is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. His hair is a mess but somehow still looks perfect and you absentmindedly trace shapes on his shoulder, feeling the well toned muscles there. 

He is a dream. And despite all odds, you’re the lucky one who gets to love him every single day. That’s something you’ll never take for granted because you never thought you’d find someone as kind, caring and amazing as Nico.

Yet, here you are. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Nico presses another tender kiss to your cheek before pulling away like he’s going to get up.

“Hey, hey! Where do you think you’re going?” You tease him, grabbing onto his forearm in an effort to keep him in bed.

“To make breakfast?” Nico replies, more as a question than a statement. His brows knit together in confusion and the cutest look crosses over his facial features.

“Right now? We can’t stay and cuddle for five more minutes?” Nico can’t help but chuckle at the adorable pout you’re putting on display, but doesn’t give into your antics. Instead, he leans down to give you one last kiss before heading towards the bedroom door.

“Yes, right now. By the time you’re done with your morning routine, everything will be ready. I promise. We have all day to be cozy and do absolutely nothing.” He reassures you, that cheeky smile of his blossoming across his lips and bringing out his dimples again.

“Not fair, Neeks!” You call after him, that giddy feeling of happiness rushing through you when you hear his laughter floating down the hallway. After soaking in the warmth for a few more seconds, you reluctantly drag yourself out of bed to shower and get your morning routine done. 

And true to his word, when you enter the kitchen dressed in sweats and one of Nico’s shirts ready for a lazy day in with your boyfriend, you find the counter covered in a full breakfast spread. A mug of coffee made just the way you like it, pancakes for two, maple syrup, hash browns and eggs are all plated and ready to be enjoyed.

“Nico,” You breathe out, shock and awe evident in your voice. Nico is always doing something sweet for you, no matter how big or small, but you weren’t expecting this at all. “What is this for?”

“Just because.” Nico shrugs, a bashful look on his face. His cheeks are pink with blush and those gorgeous brown eyes are twinkling with excitement. “We don’t get many mornings together like this. I wanted to spoil you. Made all your favorites.” He admits before stealing a kiss from you and passing you a full plate he somehow put together without you noticing. 

“I love you.” There’s nothing else you can say. After all the time together, these little gestures still warm your heart and are the kindest reminders of Nico’s love for you.

“I love you too, schatzi. Now come on, let’s eat. We’ve got a whole lot of nothing to do today.” Nico teases, sitting down next to you at the table. 

As you enjoy breakfast together, the two of you talk about everything and anything. Nico tells you some funny stories from practice yesterday and catches you up on all the drama about how Jack likes a girl, but won’t make a move. You fill him in on your latest project at work and how you scheduled a girls day with your best friend for later that week. 

“We’re going to check out that new bookstore in Hoboken! The one right by the restaurant we really like on the waterfront. I’m looking for the next book in the series I’m reading so hopefully they have it.”

Noticing Nico has been quiet the whole time you’ve been talking, your rambling trails off. But before you can ask what’s wrong, your breath is stolen away. Because when you take in the sight of your boyfriend, you see the fondest look on his face. One that you recognize of pure love and adoration. It’s the look of someone who has found exactly where they should be. The look of someone who has found happiness in the simplicity of spending their life with another person. 

“Please don’t ever stop looking at me like that.” You murmur, the words slipping past your lips before you even realize what you’re saying. Nico’s gentle smile just grows, his hand reaching for yours. 

“Like what?” He teases, that familiar playfulness evident through his question. 

“Like nothing else in the world matters but the love that we have. Like you’re the happiest right here with me.”

“I am the happiest with you. Always will be.” Nico whispers before pulling you in for a deep kiss. He says everything with that kiss, words aren’t necessary and wouldn’t do justice to how he feels about you. You melt into his gentle touch, smiling against his lips as everything else falls away for just a moment.

“And you’re right,” He starts when the kiss breaks, his big brown eyes never leaving yours. “Nothing else even compares to the way I love you.” 

And right then, over pancakes and coffee that Nico made you, you know he’s going to be the man you marry. The one you spend the rest of your days with. Because this kind of love is once-in-a-lifetime and you don’t want to go through life without him by your side.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Unfamiliar feeling

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.7K

SUMMARY | You're the latest addition to the nurse team at the Compound, and you're assigned to take care of a certain grumpy super soldier and his wounds. You're treating him very gently and he's not used to this, but he welcomes the unfamiliar feeling nevertheless.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Light swearing.

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Read on AO3

''Y/n, some Avengers are coming in with serious injuries today, and you're assigned to treat Sergeant James Barnes. I will let you know beforehand, he can be a real dickhead when it comes to being treated, he usually doesn't want any help. Try your hardest to get him some help, otherwise, we just can't treat him anymore,'' is what your supervisor tells you. Even though you've been a nurse for nearly 15 years, you recently started your job as a nurse at the Avengers Compound since moving to New York. You've decided to trade in the California sun for the business of a city like New York, finally fulfilling your lifelong dream.

''Okay, I'll take good care of him!'' you say with your usual cheery voice and a fresh batch of enthusiasm, and your face is pretty much permanently supporting a smile. This is your first time treating an Avenger, up to this point you've only treated other agents, and the injuries weren't too severe so far. ''At what time will he arrive?'' you ask and your supervisor tells you he will be in room 7 in about 10 minutes, so you go and get the room ready for his arrival, mostly checking if all your supplies and instruments are there and ready to go, which they are. You tie your apron around your waist and put on a face mask as well as rubber gloves right before Bucky gets wheeled into the room.

You see him and quickly assess any visible wounds, which there are plenty of, they must have gone on a rough mission. ''Good afternoon Sergeant Barnes, my name is Y/N and I will be taking care of you today!'' you say and the enthusiasm is practically dripping off of your voice, making Bucky's heart skip a beat, he wasn't used to someone like you treating him. He just grunted in response, not able to talk because of a nasty wound on his face and jaw. ''It appears you had quite the rough mission, but you're still alive and that's what's most important right now,'' you tell him and you start looking him over gently.

''To do a full examination of your wounds, I do unfortunately need to take off your clothes. Shall I give you some more privacy by closing all the blinds? It will just be me in here with you, but if you're more comfortable with it I can find a male nurse to look you over,'' you offer and he points a finger at you, which you take that he is okay with you looking him over. He also gives you a thumbs up when you ask him if he wants some more privacy, he isn't used to someone asking him this, caring about his privacy - he hasn't had any for so long he doesn't know how to act in all honesty.

''First, I would like to examine your face, that appears to be a pretty nasty wound,'' you tell him, just looking at it. ''Can I touch your face, Sergeant? That way I can clean it with a bit of alcohol, which is probably going to sting pretty bad. I think we won't need to stitch it up, we could probably get away with some butterfly bandages,'' you tell him softly, not talking too fast to make sure he can follow what you're saying. He softly nods and you grab your tray with the necessary supplies to clean and bandage his face. ''Is it okay if I put this tray on your lap for easy access? If not, I can put it on the bed,'' you ask and he shakes his head, notifying me he's not comfortable with it.

''That's no problem, Sergeant, I will put it on the cart next to your bed so I can still reach everything I need. Thank you for being honest with me, it is already uncomfortable enough to be here,'' you say with a soft voice, and Bucky isn't sure why you're so gentle with him, but he is very glad that you are. This feeling is strange to him, and it almost makes him tear up a little, it has been so long since anybody asked him for permission to touch him, it sends a warm feeling through his veins, warming him up from the inside. You clean his face with the alcohol and he flinches at the feeling, so you immediately retreat and stop your actions, until he's ready to go on.

When he's all cleaned up, you softly apply a few butterfly bandages, he only needed 5 so that's not too bad. ''Alright, your face is all done, and I have to say, I have never seen anyone look this good with 5 bandages on their face!'' you say and he blushes, which makes you chuckle. ''Next, I would like to do an upper body exam, meaning I have to check your chest, stomach, arms, shoulders, and back for any injuries. I need you to take off your tactical gear for me to reach those places. Is that okay?'' you ask, and after a short moment of contemplation, Bucky softly nods, helping himself out of his tactical gear. You softly put it on the counter behind you, so he can take it when he's done.

There are multiple wounds on his chest, but they don't appear to be as bad as the one on his face. ''I have to clean the wounds on your chest, the same way I cleaned the ones on your face. Is that okay with you?'' you ask and he nods again, he is slowly getting used to being touched by you, it almost feels like he's getting touched by an angel. All he can think about is how he would always like to be treated by you from this day forward. You give him the power to move on when he's ready, letting him take everything at his own pace. ''Thank you,'' he says with a deep voice, which honestly takes you by surprise, but you don't show it. ''For being so gentle,'' he finishes his sentence.

''It's okay, Sergeant. I get that it's not fun to be treated like this when you're at your most vulnerable. I try to make you feel as comfortable as possible, and we can go at your own pace,'' you tell him while continuing to clean the wounds on his chest. His face has softened a lot now, the grumpy scowl on his face now making a place for a bit of a relaxed expression. At first, Bucky was uncomfortable with you seeing his arm, he still wasn't entirely comfortable with it himself, but he got over that pretty quickly when he took his shirt off, you didn't comment on it, look at it weird, or even acknowledged it at all. Of course, you saw his prosthetic, but you've seen everything by now, so it didn't faze you in the slightest.

''Can you please lift your left arm so I can check your side and back for injuries?'' you ask and he does it immediately, the feeling he had at first being completely washed away now, he enjoyed you being so gentle, he missed this feeling and he welcomed it with every fiber in his being. ''You're looking good on this side, can you lift your right arm so I can do the same on the other side?'' you ask as you walk around the bed, but again no injuries. ''Also looking good!'' you say with a cheer in your voice. ''Do you feel comfortable with removing your shoes and tactical pants so I can take a look at your legs? You can keep your underwear on, I won't need to examine there unless you are experiencing pain in those areas,'' you tell him.

''Yeah, it's okay,'' he says this time, even giving you a small smile as he permits you. He quickly takes off his boots and pants and sits back down so you can examine them. Aside from some bruised, you appear to be good. Is there a specific place you need me to check out a little closer?'' you ask and Bucky shakes his head, he's feeling a lot better already, the super soldier serum also helping him heal faster than usual. ''Okay, then we're all done here for today!'' you say as you take off your gloves and face mask, showing him your big smile now. Bucky can't help but gasp softly when you smile at him, it's the most beautiful smile he has seen in decades.

''You can get dressed while I clean up, so we can discuss your wound care afterward,'' you tell him and he does so. You explain how he can take care of his wounds, and if there's any discomfort he can always come back. ''Again, thank you so much for being so gentle,'' Bucky said, ''It means the world,'' he says before getting up and walking towards the door. ''Sergeant?'' you ask, ''You can call me Bucky, doll'' he says and you blush immediately. ''Bucky? I'm glad I could make you feel comfortable. I'll be honest, I was told about your situation beforehand and I get it, it's nice to get a little bit of power back in a situation where you're practically helpless. It was my pleasure to take care of you today,'' you say and flash him another smile before he gave you a smirk back and walked out the door.

He felt like he was walking on a cloud, not having felt so well taken care of in so long. For nearly 70 years HYDRA just did as they pleased, so it did feel good to finally take a little piece of his dignity back. ''How did it go?'' Steve asks when he returns to the kitchen, where Steve was getting his after-mission snack ready. ''Actually, I think I have a new favorite nurse. She took great care of me, explained everything she was going to do, and asking permission along the way. It honestly felt good to have a bit of control about this,'' he said with a smile, and Steve completely understood. ''I'm glad to hear it, Buck,'' he said as he offered him half of his snack, knowing he was also very hungry.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Can you do a luke fic? Maybe some angst 🤭

I lobe angst sm! This is the song I listened to for inspo,,

𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃ℯ

MASTERLIST

Warnings- Yes I used the TikTok trend what abt it, reader gets stabbed, betrayed, mention of blood and scars

“Luke?” Your voice was quiet, he knew that voice though. He knew your voice. He snapped his head, suddenly dropping his sword. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared into your eyes.

“Y/n.”

Percy laid on the soil beneath him, your lip quivering as you stared at the scene in front of you.

“Luke… what are you doing?” You said, stepping closer to him. You were quiet still, your heart beat practically out of your chest.

“Y/n, you have to listen to me-“ he started. Percy stood up.

“Y/n, don’t listen to him.” Percy interrupted. You were torn.

Luke ignored Percy, stepping over to you now. He grabbed your face as you looked at him, face full of confusion.

“Kronos… has a plan for us, for you. And I want a future for us-“

“Kronos? Luke, what are you talking about?” You said, tears threatening to fall. “Why are you talking like that?”

“He can give us a better life than the Gods, I need you to understand, we can be free. Free from the Gods, free from Camp, from the rules. We have to leave soon-“ He spoke quietly, as if you were going to break if he spoke any louder.

“Are you sick? Is something wrong? Did I do something?” You asked, tears now falling down your face as you looked at the man you thought you had known.

“No, you didn’t do anything. Think about it, when was the last time you even spoke to your parents? Your mother?”

“That doesn’t matter, Luke.”

He grew more agitated at your words.

“I love you, why can’t you make this easier?” He asked.

“I loved you. Luke, you’re not the man I fell in love with. Whoever… this is, is not my Luke.” You gestured to him, his heart broke as a lone tear fell down his face now. The words he knew were true but didn’t wanna hear.

But with his sadness, comes more anger. You were taken aback when he pulled out his sword, Percy tried to run up and stop him but he was too slow.

He stabbed you, in the side. Not fatally or deep, just enough to injure and bleed.

You cried out, and once the anger was gone, he felt worse than he ever had.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said to you, looking back at Percy and then running into the portal, away.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked, quickly coming over to you.

You groaned, lifting up your shirt to reveal your cut to Percy. He flinched upon seeing it.

“C’mon, let’s go to the medic.” He said, helping you stand up and walk.

You took a walk through the forest, it was a lot quieter now. It was dark out, and you were supposed to be in bed. But Dionysus is too drunk to notice anything and Chiron isn’t looking.

Your mind went to Luke. It had been for the last couple months. Every time you saw converse, an oak tree, curly hair, or even brown eyes. You pretended for a moment it was him, and for those moments you were happy.

You didn’t hear someone coming up behind you until you heard a branch snap. You turned around, furrowing an eyebrow as you tried to see what or who it was.

A familiar figure came into your view. You could see that curly hair and know it was him from miles away.

You stood straight, breath catching in your throat as he came closer. You looked down at his hands, no sword.

You pulled out your sword, and he held up his hands.

“Please. I just wanna talk. That’s all I want.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, and you looked at his pleading eyes. The eyes you knew you couldn’t resist.

You put it away for now, and you both stared at each other for a moment.

“I’m sorry. I…” the words were lost in his throat when he saw your gaze. It wasn’t loving like it used to be, it was more hateful.

“You stabbed me.”

“I know. And I’ve felt like shit, ever since I haven’t seen you.”

You could tell, his hair was disheveled, the bags of his eyes heavier and darker, he looked malnourished.

“You stabbed me.” You repeated.

“How bad is it?”

You lifted up your shirt to the scar it had left. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and he stared into your eyes again.

You swore to yourself if you ever managed to run into him again, you wouldn’t cry. But, you couldn’t help it.

The man you had loved for years, the man who had always been there for you, the one who helped you through everything.

“I still love you.” You managed to blurt out the confession. You sat down on a tree’s roots, putting your face in your hands as you choked out a sob.

He sat next to you, rubbing your back as you cried.

“I love you too. I’m sorry. For everything.” He said quietly.

You eventually curled up next to him, he just threw his arm around you like he used to.

“Can we still.. be friends?” He asked hopefully.

“I don’t think we can, Luke.”

“So.. this is it.. for us?”

You nodded, “I guess it is.” Your lip quivered as you said the words. He took a deep breath and stayed quiet before speaking again.

“In another universe, I imagine we would own a beach house or something. We would be off on our own.” He said, “then eventually we’d get married. Have kids or something.”

“Why not this one?”